Chapter 63

# 63

63. Value and worthlessness (1)

I returned to the gap of time and space.

A familiar circular room. I put the scabbard on my belt and raised my shield. The wounds and poison were completely blown away. However, a strong sense of discomfort lingered in the aftermath of the recovery.

“Ah! I thought I was going to die!”

Jenna got up with a pat on the shoulder. Looked at me and inflated the fire.

“Your brother made you wear strange clothes, right?”

“Doesn’t feel right? It looks very expensive.”

“Clothes depend on clothes. It’s difficult to move. It was stuck in a trash can. Did you know that the soldiers frantically rushed to kill me?”

Jenna grumbled and put the bow on her back.

I smiled and opened the door to the plaza. The cool air unique to the waiting room enveloped her whole body. I looked at the party members behind me.

Edith was holding the throwing dagger sheathed on the floor, and Iolka was catching her breath with a haggard expression. Jenna was counting the number of arrows in her quiver.

And Aaron had his head down.

‘There aren’t many good guys.’

Although she was acting casually, even Zena’s hand counting arrows trembled slightly.

Edith was the only calm guy.

It was expected.

If the clear was delayed even by a minute, there would have been deaths. It was only fortunate that no one died.

[Recording complete!]

[Video saving has been completed. The video is saved in the gallery. You can also watch it with other users on the Internet.]

I looked up.

The sky was shining white. It took about 6 hours to enter and clear. If it hadn’t ended by now, Amkena would have been watching us for a long time. If I logged on late in the evening, I might have stayed up all night.

[Are you sure you want to terminate the master connection?]

[Yes (optional) / No]

[Then, goodbye!]

As soon as the message indicating that the recording was complete appeared, Amkena disconnected.

The sky darkened. Beyond the door leading to the plaza, I could see the figures of auxiliary workers going to work at the equipment factory.

‘Is it morning already?’

I said.

“Everyone did a good job. You cleared the boss stage without anyone dying. Especially Edith. It would have been very difficult without you.”

“I was just doing what I was supposed to do.”

Edith grinned.

In fact, the MVP of this mission was Edith.

Quickly acquired the geography of the city and provided accurate information to the party. If it wasn’t for Edith, it would have been impossible to evade the soldiers and to divide the party into two to entice them.

“Are you going back to the second party now?”

“I’m going to do that. I didn’t intend to stay for long. Master will recruit someone to replace me.”

“Right.”

‘I’m sorry.’

Competent thieves are not easy to find.

Battles were also battles, but in other missions, the thief class played an essential role in the party. Although it is said that Jenna is similar, she is also an archer type and has not yet undergone a job change. He was weaker than Edith in many ways.

“I’ll go first.”

Edith gathered the dagger in her belt and went out into the square.

Usher and Dicka were waiting for her in the plaza. Edith returned to her quarters, accompanied by two companions.

“You bleed every time.”

Iolka sighed.

“I want to go back and rest too. I think I missed the night. I think my skin is damaged.”

“Do as you like. You suffered a lot too.”

“You too.”

Iolka glanced at Aaron, who bowed her head, and passed through the space-time gap.

This left me, Jenna, and Aaron in the space-time gap. After getting ready, Jenna approached Aaron.

“Aaron, don’t be sad. It’s just bad luck. It didn’t cause any trouble.”

Aaron didn’t answer.

“Then I’ll go too. See you tomorrow.”

I nodded.

Even Jenna disappeared in the gap of time and space. I have no reason to stay here either. After I slept and recovered my strength, I had to think about the next thing.

I was about to go out to the plaza when I heard Aaron’s voice.

“older brother.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry. Because of me.”

The reason is simple.

This is because Amkena does not synthesize.

They didn’t have to compete with each other and spent most of their days relaxing.

“Two!”

Belquist spat.

One of the scarred eyes was twisted with displeasure.

This guy was also a 2nd generation, but it was a variant. Even though it did not go through synthesis, it voluntarily jumped into training. The training intensity was also strong enough to be compared to Aaron’s. His talent was also excellent.

Although I had a bit of a personality problem.

After three laps of the track, high-pitched laughter was heard in the plaza.

One of them must have cracked a funny joke.

“...flaw.”

Belquist laughed.

And muttered in a low voice.

“When I came to the waiting room, I heard a funny story.”

I stopped jumping.

The other members, including me, also stopped moving for a while.

While receiving everyone’s attention, Belquist continued.

“It doesn’t matter who you were before you came here. Aristocrat or scum. Prove that you are useful if you want to live. Show your worth.”

Belquist looked at me with a distorted smile.

Are you talking about when you purged the maned wolves?

I did say something similar. But that was long before this guy came.

“I was excited when someone told me that. It’s a place where anything is possible as long as I prove my worth. I enjoyed fighting for my life.”

“...”

“I can hear the laughter of the pigs and dogs outside.”

“Dog-pig.”

Dicka frowned.

“Dog-pig, right? All they do is eat and do nothing. Isn’t that right, seniors?”

Belquist drew his sword halfway from its scabbard.

“I heard the hardships the seniors went through. It must have been very thrilling. It’s a pity that I came late. But isn’t this a different story?”

sereung.

Belquist pulled the sword completely out of the scabbard.

Then he licked the blade with his tongue. Life flashed in his eyes.

“If the seniors allow it, I’d like to do some education, is that okay?”

Belquist, though talented and eager, had this problem.

I frowned.

“Don’t go out of your way.”

“Isn’t it okay if I don’t kill you?”

I drew my sword without a word.

Belquist laughed and put the sword in the scabbard.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to go. I’m sorry for telling you. But you have to answer. Was that what you said?”

“You mean to prove your worth?”

“From my point of view, it doesn’t seem to matter whether it proves its worth or not. From what I’ve heard, there’s a very good system for disposing of garbage called Synthesis, but strangely, the Master doesn’t seem to be using it.”

‘I don’t carelessly use synthesis.’

It was the basic principle of running Niflheim.

When I posted the walkthrough, many masters followed this principle.

But they all failed.

Fear was one of the strongest motivators of the hero’s actions.

Without the fear of synthesis, heroes do not listen to their masters. They were lazy, and often acted erratically and disobeyed orders. The current situation, where the number of active people is extremely small compared to the number of heroes, had a similar cause.

“Do what you have to do. You’ll soon understand what I mean.”

“Really?”

“okay.”

“We’ll see. Looking forward to it.”

Belquist went back to the corner of the training center.

And I started training again.

I put my sword in and looked outside.

People in the square were still laughing and talking.

‘If you’ve seen that document.’

My play record I gave to Amkena.

There was a record of concerns about this phenomenon.