The job of an adventurer is extremely realistic.
It’s not that there is no low risk high return, but it’s literally just a realm of luck. If the risk is low, you get less, but if the risk is high, you don’t necessarily get much. A realistic job. An adventurer is a venerable manual labor occupation that has been handed down along with human history, not a one-time business that pursues blue or red oceans.
Just as mankind in my previous life failed to exterminate mosquitoes and cockroaches, the monsters in this world are also endless, and the by-products left by powerful monsters are resources that are no different from the creative economy from the perspective of mankind, so it can be taken for granted.
However, in the end, technology and civilization are bound to develop, and even though humans may not have been able to completely drive out monsters from their residences, they have succeeded to some extent in pushing threatening monsters out. For this reason, the appearance of threatening monsters in the vicinity of the capital is very rare, and this eventually leads to a drop in profits for adventurers, so unless they retire, adventurers with some skills spread out in search of new dangers.
Of course, not all adventurers can do that. Even if many people study to join a large company or become a prosecutor’s office, in the end, just as few people actually have that job, some due to lack of ability find a new livelihood and settle down in their own way.
This problem was a happening caused by those who wanted to keep the rice bowl while settling down due to the lack of ability.
This is the full story of the incident that I heard from the guys who are now putting their heads on.
A blue-class adventurer who was usually known as a mad dog fell out with a red-class girl he often hung out with, and one day started to get involved in the Gaendal party that started to stand out. The Gaendal Party itself, which is one of the outstanding talents, could have been so, but it was said that it did not look very nice that there were all sorts of rumors and rumors that he was a madman and more miscellaneous things than rumors related to his skills.
Still, it was a common thing to live up to that point, but the problem continued after that.
To be precise, Gaendal’s party and the adventurers who considered themselves to be on the same level suggested joining the party, and a little trouble occurred in the process of solving it.
Ekatrina, who was the object of envy and sexual desire of many warriors because of her grandiosity and outstanding skills, and her wonderful body and rare beauty, and Leli, who was a magician and even pretty, had no chance to approach her because they only worked as a bond pair. It was not very cool, but it is said that there were quite a few people who accepted it as if they had an opportunity by entering the Gaendal Party.
As a result, those who were proud of their rank and confident in their skills applied to join the party with all kinds of bravado, but all these sins were rejected.
The reason is lack of ability and performance. In fact, all four of them were not meant to stay only in the capital city, so there was not a single one among those who were rejected who could complain about that reason, but they had a reason not only to have their pride scratched, but to feel that their faces were smeared with shit. .
it’s me
He began to question whether it made sense to not accept them after having a party with a mere young adult adventurer.
In response to some objections asking why they didn’t pay attention to them, Ekaterina gave an objective evaluation that they were less skilled than me, but of course she accepted it gracefully. None of them were. Among them, there were even those who threw very promiscuous insults, assuming the relationship between me and Ekatrina, and then got all the corn in her iron fist.
However, the fact that the corn was stolen was stolen, and the scraps who believed that the meaning of their existence was denied became uncomfortable and scratched their pride. At the same time, feeling the miserable feeling that the Three Rivers and the Five Rings were lax, society collapsed, and families were destroyed, the action taken by these bastards was ‘discipline’.
Whether it’s the guy who got beaten up after having sex with Ekatrina or the guy who was angry because his skills were ignored, they gathered together to make excuses and form combinations to win mentally. Under the leapfrogging logic that if things go on like this, the adventurer’s guild will learn to know the rank, the standard set by the supreme law, the losers, who have united under the leapfrogging logic, did not dare to challenge the real powerful Gaendal party, and the logic they set up at their own will As if it were a rule, he began to harass adventurers below the rank.
Still, as if they weren’t empty-headed at all, they tried to make a plausible difference by actively casting politics and taking care of those who followed their arguments, and in that way, a new Hyangwoohoe that I did not know was born.
“Ha...yeah, I got the outline roughly. So did you guys just come to beat me up or drag me away?”
“......”
Likewise, an atmosphere of reluctance to answer begins to flow, perhaps because I did not pick and choose someone to ask. I wondered if someone would break the joint and make a noise, but suddenly I thought I knew what this silence meant, so I asked again.
“Did you come here to beat me up and drag me away?”
“...yes.”
are you right My eyes are improving day by day. A little satisfied with my progress, I grabbed someone by the scruff of the neck and forcibly raised him up. Apart from trembling like an aspen tree, the ugly-looking man who, like the others, had lost his front teeth and had not been able to wipe away the blood that had hardened to some extent, began rolling his eyes wide without even screaming.
“let’s go.”
“yes?”
“I heard you tried to drag me? There’s no place to go. Let’s go.”
Even though he said he would help him achieve his goal, he looked back at the other guys who had their heads pierced with a desperate expression.
“Why? Do you think they’re comfortable?”
“Oh, that’s not it...”
“Leica, play with it in moderation.”
Laika, who had been staring at me with bright eyes until now, grabbed the pants of the nearest guy without hesitation and started swinging them.
“Aaaagh! Sa, save me! Help me!”
The guys who had been hammering their heads until now at the sight of no human windmill were about to get up, but as soon as our eyes met, they hit their heads again. When the one she was biting was exhausted, Laika bit another and repeated the same thing. At the point where the dog was biting and swinging at the person, those who felt the seriousness of the situation couldn’t even resist and just trembled.
When I tapped on the shoulder of the guy who was looking at them with tired eyes, he was surprised to see if he had finally come to his senses and showed a proper reaction.
“Go, let’s go!”
“Leica, let’s go.”
I don’t know if it’s because of his loyalty to his suffering colleagues or because he fears that he will suffer the same consequences if he doesn’t move, but he walked really hard.