Chapter 195

Chapter 195

So, Kuilan and his bandit group were incorporated into my command.

Given their origins as bandits, some friction with the existing soldiers was inevitable, but time would surely smooth things out.

On the carriage ride back to the mansion, I examined Kuilans status window. Lets see.

[Kuilan (SR)]

- Level: 40

- Title: Bandit King

- Job: Advanced Brawler

- Strength 30 Agility 40 Intelligence 15 Stamina 5 Magic Power 20

The other stats were quite decent, but as expected, stamina was the issue.

A level 40 with stamina at 5...?

I mean, the games lowest stat is 5, but to think its stuck there.

This was my first time recruiting him as an ally, so I was initially taken aback by the detailed stats.

Really subpar. Even lower than me. No wonder he collapses with a touch.

It was even a lower figure than some mediocre wizards. If only I could solve this issue, hed be perfectly fit for the first team.

[Skills]

> Passive: Leaf Drift

> Skill 1: Leaf Crush

> Skill 2: Leaf Rise

> Ultimate: ??? (Unlocks after the third job change)

As for the skills, they were just as I saw when we faced each other.

The passive was a parrying counterattack, the first skill was an armor-penetrating attack, and the second skill was a self-speed and damage buff.

And the traits were...

- Equipped Traits (3/3)

> Strong Luck

> Like a Birch Tree!

> Glass Body (Unremovable)

"Hooh?"

I let out a moan as I examined the traits. This is interesting.

[Strong Luck]

- You are incredibly lucky. You never suffer a critical failure in probability checks.

The Brawler class has a low base damage but a high critical hit probability. Critical hits pop out one after the other without any adjustment.

The problem is the critical multiplier.

Other classes have a critical multiplier of 2.0 by default, meaning the damage is doubled when a critical hit occurs.

But for Brawlers, it ranges from 0.9 to 4.0.

This means that if youre lucky, the damage may jump up to 4 times, but if youre unlucky, it could be as low as 0.9 times, even less than the base damage.

Its not for nothing that Brawlers are considered unstable.

Being a melee damage dealer, they are perilous, and the damage fluctuates randomly.

But with this trait, [Strong Luck],

It eliminates critical failures. It adds a minimum adjustment to the damage.

Furthermore, as you progress through the game, many luck-based interactions appear.

Elements that require you to take chances continually emerge.

Kuilan could throw himself into these situations, relying on [Strong Luck]. That could be useful.

[Like a Birch Tree!]

- You gained insight during your training. Evasion rate increases by 10 percent.

This one is a simple and good trait. For Kuilan, who would collapse with a single blow, this is an essential trait that must never be unequipped.

And finally,

[Glass Body]

- A severe injury from childhood left you with lingering effects. Stamina stat is fixed at the minimum (5).

An unremovable negative trait, Glass Body.

So this is why his stamina stat is in such a state...

What could have happened in his childhood to result in this? It would be wonderful if only I could get rid of this, but alas, its not to be.

Additionally, all the bandits under Kuilans command were of Level 30 and rated R-grade. They were ready to be deployed into battle immediately.

Not bad at all.

Now that the Shadow Squad had left Crossroad for another mission, this heroic party could be put to good use.

I seemed to recall complaining about needing a detox just when I returned to Crossroad, but now that I was back, there were too many urgent matters that needed attention. I had to move quickly.

The party members were concerned that I might be overexerting myself, but they followed without question when I said, Stop talking and get ready!

Once Im fired up, trying to stop me is pointless, and they were all slowly realizing that.

As the party members were preparing their equipment, I gestured to Aider, who was standing in the corner.

"Assistant, come here."

"Yes, Lord!"

"There are a few things you need to do, starting with training the refugees as laborers and..."

I gave various instructions, and then I added one last thing.

"... And, this is the most important thing."

Looking at the reception room interior, adorned with frills, lace, and various flowers in a flower garden style, I shivered.

"Restore this houses interior to its original state."

"... By when?"

"By the time I return from the dungeon today."

"Evangeline will be sad..."

Thats exactly what I wanted!

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[Tip - Dont neglect dungeon conquest! Dungeons are essential for heroes leveling up, item farming, and progressing the story.]

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And then, after a very long time,

Flash-!

I entered the dungeon.

Crossing the teleport gate, I found myself in the familiar safe zone, the base camp. Breathing in the dungeons unique musty air, I looked around.

"Nothing much happened here while I was gone, right?"

"Yes. While you were away, we only conquered areas we had already cleared, but the dungeon itself hasnt changed much."

The base camp looked the same as always. I had hoped that maybe even some NPCs were added in my absence.

"Hey! You little-!"

At that time, a dwarf came running from a corner of the base camp, his beard flying wildly. It was the magical blacksmith Kellibey.

"You good-for-nothing brat! You left your equipment request with me and havent shown your face for over a month! Where have you been?"

"Long time no see, Killibey."

I then realized I had placed an order for equipment made from the magical core of Vampire Lord Celendion and hadnt picked it up, having been in the Imperial Capital.

Facing the fuming Kellibey, I somehow felt pleased. I was smiling and waving my hand when I suddenly stopped.

"..."

"Huh? Hey, what are you staring at like that?"

Wait a minute.

On the continent, there were four major heterogeneous raceselves, dwarfs, mermaids, and werebeastsand each of them had characteristic hair colors.

Elves, the fairy race, had green hair.

Mermaids, the mermaid race, had blue hair.

Werebeasts, the beastmen, had red hair.

But dwarfs, the dwarf race, were...

"..."

I looked down at Kellibeys shiny, round head and muttered,

"...Bald?"

"How dare you! What rude talk, you crazy brat!"

Kellibey angrily swung his hammer at me.

Whoa?! S-sorry! I didnt mean to tease you! Ash may have a full head of hair, but Im also taking medication for hair loss in my other world! I understand how you feel, Kellibey!

As I barely dodged Kellibeys swinging hammer, I suddenly noticed someone sitting in a corner of the base camp.

A woman dressed in a tattered robe, with hair that had no color at all. No, it was as if all the colors had been drained away, leaving it bleached white.

"Huh?"

I exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the person. The woman looked at me and smiled faintly.

"Its been a while, Ash."

The dungeon merchant NPC who initially guided us into Lake Kingdom.

She was Nameless.