"Oh shit. Wallie, get over here"
The bartender quickly arrived next to him and together they lifted him up and headed upstairs. After placing him on the bed of one of the rooms the grumpy innkeeper quickly dashed out with Wallie. At last, Bold could drop the act. He smiled and rolled on the bed with delight.
300 IQ flex. Whoo yeah. Call me L cause I'm a freaking genius.
He stared happily at the ceiling and snuggled in his warm blanket for some time. But it wasn't long before he heard footsteps and he played his act of being dead again. The two men were back in the room.
"That does it. Rumiya isn't home. She is the only one who could save him" said the grumpy innkeeper.
"This guy is as good as dead then" said Wallie.
"Let's throw him out. There is nothing worse than having a dead person around. The patrol may suspect that we may be responsible for his death" said the innkeeper.
"Umm, we are responsible for it, sir. You forced him to work hard and-"
"I know dummy. Just help me throw him out".
"Sir, it would be pretty bad if people saw us carrying a dead man with us"
"Yes yes. You are right. Let's burn him to ashes in the furnace".
Hearing his suggestions cold sweat trickled down Bold's face. As the two grabbed him from his arms and legs Bold jolted and jumped.
"No no. Not the furnace. I don't want to die for real"
The two curiously looked at him and realization hit them within a second. The innkeeper beat him up with his bare hands while Wallie watched with contempt. But after Bold wept with tears and begged for a bed to sleep on they decided to let him stay. After the two left him with his room Bold sighed and threw himself on the bed. Aimlessly looking at the ceiling above, sudden anger filled his being.
Today was a fucking disaster! That bitch bit my D, I got fucked over by a guy and now got disrespected like this! Damn it.
He tried to shake his head out of his needless thoughts but the images of how that damn bastard betrayed him, how the gamemaster mocked him kept replaying in his head to the point Bold got up and beat up his pillow in frustration. He shouted the words of resentment and stomped the bed in rage.
"Whatcha doing up there, boy? You want me to come over?"
"Can't a guy get some PRIVACY?!"
"I'll give you a private beatdown if you want".
"N-no. Please don't".
"That's better. Make a scratch on any of my stuff and you're done for good".
"Yes sir. That won't happen sir".
The innkeeper did not speak again. Bold cursed and fell to his bed.
"When will this nightmare end?"
Tomorrow morning after he had a brief meal he was immediately kicked out when the customers came. Regardless of his scars of yesterday, he wanted to train. So he went back to the same training ground where he met Arman. He wanted to get strong. If slowly and slowly he got stronger, then something like that wouldn't happen again.
Yeah, I'll get so darn strong no one will be able to do the things they did yesterday. I can't accept such mockery. I will get strong, yeah, yeah. Everyone will respect me out of fear. And I will get bitches, tons and gallons of bitches. In fact, I'll get so many bitches that every other man will be left with no woman. And they'll be so sexually frustrated that they'll start gay camps all over the place…that actually sounds a bit gross. But disregard that. I'll become strong. The greatest, the evilest ruler of all. That is my nindo. My ninja tyrant way, Believe it!
After he arrived at the training field he was still consumed by the fiery thoughts. But his tyrant dreams had to go as he started typing his codes and imagined five animals on his hand. And still, nothing happened.
It's fine, Bold. Don't rage. We'll get through it. This puny spell will obey our absolute command!
He imagined again, again and again. But nothing happened.
SON OF A $@#$ ON A @#$@!$%# SANDWICH
He fell to the ground with great disappointment. Seeing the blue endless sky his worries seemed to subside a little. And it was so peaceful. He just wanted to look into the endlessness of the sky forever. Who knows how much time has passed. But he was suddenly woken up by an eagle. Spreading its wings and speeding throughout the freedom of the sky.
It's so majestic.
When the eagle went away Bold took a deep breath and threw himself to his feet. He slapped his cheeks and cleaned all the dust from his body.
"Training time"
And indeed, his conviction this time was much more solid. For the next two hours, he did nothing but imagine the animals on his palm. Yet, no results happened.
With his resolve utterly crushed, he decided to stroll around the streets. The first thing that entered his thought was that he had to find a job. He had nothing but his dusty clothes. And at the rear of the town, he encountered a building.
"Transaction center, huh"
It was a three-story building where people were bustling in and out through the door. Some people carried large wooden boxes behind their backs. And next to the door was a board that said
"Applying people for jobs".
Bold pushed the door and entered the room. There were three different queues formed at one side of the room. At the end of the queue was a plate that said "Job applicants here". After waiting behind the queue and finally getting to the applier he was quickly asked if he wanted to carry cargo to the village nearby. There was no reason to hesitate so Bold agreed and he was directed to the second floor. From there he got his own wooden box.
There was a piece of paper saying that the box contained metals and minerals used to make spells and weapons. By the overseer's command, he brought the box to his back and headed downstairs, went out of the transaction department and headed into the wilderness.
The sun grilled upon Bold as he took a step after the other with extreme effort. Sweat came running down his chin, his mouth was dry and his back was aching. It's been an hour and a half since he left the town of Mallimau. He wasn't sure how much distance he had walked but he knew he sat to rest three times and that definitely wasn't a good sign. It would be very convenient if he could summon his horse to his aid. But every attempt at typing the code and activating the spell was in vain.
He was all alone in the woods. But luckily for him, he could see a board was placed next to the road. Within a close range, Bold realized that the board was showing a small part of the map.
"Husky dusk Village is 9 kilometers away. You are here"
Under the text he could see that he only walked for about 4 kilometers. Bold sighed and dropped his cargo.
How the hell am I supposed to reach my destination like this? If I keep carrying my cargo under this god blasted sun I just might pass out. If there is some sort of a way. Maybe a shortcut!
Bold then realized something by looking at the board.
Husky dusk village is 9 kilometers away but only if I walk along the road. I could take a shortcut and go through the forest which by the looks of the map could make the 9 kilometer journey into a 6.5 kilometer one. Hmmm. The risk was undoubtedly high but to hell with that. I have to take a chance. It's still better than withering and dying under the heat. And as far as I can tell the forest wasn't that dense. And the terrain under the forest seems to be descending so I could just walk upwards if I want to return to where I was.
He began his travel in the woods without hesitation and immediate satisfaction was felt when the trees and their leaves blocked out the burning light of the sun. He could trip and fall for sure. But what scared him more was the possibility of encountering the animas mentioned in the instructions.
However, thirty minutes of walking proved that his enemy was not the animas. It was thirst. He did not have any food or water and even with the forest's concealment he was perspiring heavily.
As he moved along an unknown path in the desolate forest he found a tree that has a strange hole in it. And inside that hole Bold saw a blue juice of sorts. He was thirsty as hell, he waited no longer. But as he reached the juice he hesitated. He didn't know if it was safe to drink. Despite this world being a simulation, the instruction clearly stated that his body was identical to the real which means getting poisoned was a possibility.
But that possibility was nothing more than an afterthought for Bold cause at the moment he was dying to drink something. Stuffing his face into the liquid and pulling it out afterwards he was gratified with immense relief. The liquid was actually very tasty. It almost felt as if he was drinking multi-fruit juice.
As he was satisfying his thirst with the tree juice he heard the sound of leaves rustling. He walked away and looked at the nearby bushes but could not detect the source of the sound or any movements of sort.
This is strange. Ehh, might be the effects of the sun. Just drink, drink , drink.
And as he was about to continue sipping the juice from the inside the tree he heard a hissing sound from above. Bold noticed the terrifying creature which was standing on one of the branches of the tree in front of him. It was a blue-furred monkey with two horns on its head. Fangs that seemed big and strong enough to tear through rocks could be seen in its mouth. The beast had a tail the length of its entire body and at the tip of it was a small blade. The creature did not seem pleased with Bold's actions. He didn't know what he had done but the only thing he knew was that he needed to run.
AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.
The baboon leaped into the air, curled into a ball and spun forward like a bowling ball. This way the tail with the scalpel gained a devastating speed. But Bold sidestepped in time to dodge, causing the monkey to slash nothing but thin air. As soon as it's four legs landed on the ground the beast lunged at Bold with its saber-like fangs. He brought his arm in front of his face to shield himself but the monkey bit his arm.
He felt an immeasurable pain running through his veins. His scream echoed throughout the forest and as soon as he recovered from the shock he raised his other arm to punch the crazed beast but the monkey's tail moved like lightning and pierced his eye with its blade. He could feel his brain being electrocuted by the insurmountable pain.
Pale with panic and panting, Bold grabbed the monkey and slammed it with enough force against the tree that it was willing to let go of its bite. Bold turned around and ran. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do. He just needed to escape this hellhole. It was strange to navigate through the forest with just one eye but he still somehow managed.
While he was running he wondered how much damage his body had taken. And at that moment information suddenly surged into his brain. The baboon's bite caused him 4 damage and the stab in the eye caused him 8. But as he was calculating an extreme pain and heat was felt in his back, the monster had managed to slash his back with its tail. But Bold ignored the pain and dashed towards a light source.
He could see a wide area with no trees behind the bushes so he jumped through it and the monkey followed after him. But this decision revealed itself to be regretful as he realized that he was now on the edge of a small cliff. Beneath the cliff was a plain area filled with dirt. The fall would be a good four-story building height and he definitely did not plan on dying.
So Bold turned around to face the beast. The ape roared and screamed. Saliva was thrown out of its savage mouth. But Bold had enough of it. He yelled crazily at the monkey in an attempt to scare it away but the beast screamed back. But it did not attempt an attack. Instead, it opted to rage and threats to completely guarantee its dominance.
Bold realized that this was his chance for a counter-attack. He only had one card up his sleeve and he didn't even hesitate on whether it'll work or not. Bold typed on his wristboard and hit the enter button. The beast leaped towards him but as soon as Bold saw a pink shagai appear on his palm he nailed it towards the beast.
It was the camel form. The sphere suddenly gained immense size and it reached the beast's body and blew up, knocking the monkey backward. But the explosion's shockwave also reached Bold and within a second, he noticed that he was falling.
Is this the end?
His vision blackened, chills went down his spine and he felt the friction of the wind cutting his back.
Everything was over... Upon landing on the ground, he felt his entire body being crushed.