It's a boring repetition.
Meet the wolf. Defeat the wolf. It doesn't kill, it just stops moving. Approach the Fallen Wolf and pull out the energy drain, then pull out the remaining werewolf teeth.
It was repeated over and over again. The Black Wolf gave you a considerable amount of EXP, apparently a monster of higher level than Azin. But it was not enough because it also reached level 12 of Ajin. When I gathered about 170 Black Wolf teeth, Azin thought there was no reason for him to be here anymore. As his inventory was about to fill up, Azin decided to return to town without hesitation.
The energy drain level is 14. Mind strength is 3500. Hemocardia is 6 stars, internal air is 5300. The potion given to the novice, including the potion for MP Recovery, has been consumed. The bloodstream's growth was slower due to the lack of a majority, but the internal air volume was enormous thanks to the continued use of the energy drain. Ajin leaves the forest, returning his appetite. It's been four hours since I entered the wild forest.
As he hunted, he realized many things. First of all, Monster Hunt in this game was quite different from the previous game. Previously, a single game had a chance of running out of items when catching monsters. Weapons, money... but First was different. All you can get from monsters in First is the body of a monster. If you catch Black Wolves, all you'll get are teeth, skin, bones... You also need to peel the monster's hide and pull out its teeth, rather than simply obtaining items.
'It's the same as reality. '
I grabbed the Black Wolf several times, and as I approached, I pulled out my teeth, I thought of pain. It is no different from reality. Reality is critically high At the very least, in this game, Azin thought that this was the only avatar. Inventory, skills, status, login and logout... this virtual world, with the exception of avatars, reflects too much reality.
'Normally, you'd have to make a lot of money if you were this angry. '
No, Azin killed many wolves for four hours, but he didn't make a penny. Item, I couldn't get the Miscellaneous Goods because I couldn't. I don't know why I excluded a simple drop system and gave it this realism, but I thought it was not a bad one. This is the most realistic game I've ever played.
'If I had more time, I could skin, bone, and meat. '
Ajin kicked his tongue. The problem was time. He lost too much time. While I don't regret it, I have to fill in the time wasted to see the best benefits during the month in which the beta test will take place. So Ajin dared to give up the item. I only picked my teeth to proceed with the quest.
'Next up is the Blue Wolf. And... gathering Harnemos. '
Originally, he was going to hunt the Black Wolves and try to gather Harnemos. However, the amount of Hanemoth you can gather from the realm of the Black Wolf is too small. Azin is holding Harnemos' gathering because he thinks he can get more if he goes deep into the forest.
After entering the town, Azin immediately went to the owner of the forge. The owner, who was having a cigarette in a tizzy state, pretended to know him when Ajin came.
"Oh, did you collect the black wolf's teeth you asked for? "
"Yes, I've collected 170. "
Azin says so, pulling out all the wolf's teeth from his inventory and placing them on the table. The owner looked at him and said in a happy voice.
"Hey, you've gathered a lot. There were a lot of people who wanted to collect wolf teeth, but I couldn't get in today. I still need it for a long time, but thanks for the bumpy car. "
At that, he smiled, but he couldn't smile in his heart. If that's true, there's only one player here who is obsessed with wolf teeth or gathering quests. The rest of us are already out of this level.
"Well, that's a lot of money, so I'm going to have to give you an example of that. What are you going to do? I can give you money, I can give you the equipment you want. "
At that point, Azin glances through the weapons on display at the forge. Swords, spears, axes... from daggers to bows to crossbows. I don't know what level it was, but it was equipped with various weapons. Armor is plate mail, chain mail, ladder armor. As he glanced at it, he shook his head.
"No, the equipment is fine. "
There is no reason to use equipment. Fighting right now is enough for you to use your body instead of your weapons. Nevertheless, I was not so satisfied with getting armor. Armor will give you enough defense, but heavy armor doesn't suit Azin's fighting style.
"Is it? With money, then? "
Money, Ira. Ajin is silent. There's nothing wrong with having money. Definitely would But right now, Ajin has money and he has nowhere to go. You can buy potions, but you don't need them as much as you have increased your MP. If you run out of emotional strength, it will also be a way to stop hunting and perform a hemorrhagic cardio during weather breaks.
"Is there anything in return other than money and equipment? "
Azin smiled quietly and asked. NPC of the forge. It is said to be NPC, but AI is no different from humans. It doesn't just give you a fixed reward in the framework.
"Another reward."
The owner tilts his head as he scratches his beard on his cheek. Looking at Ajin for a moment, he asked, looking at Ajin, who was not wearing a piece of equipment on a basic outfit.
"Are you Mutuga? "
"For now. "
It's not like it's a Mutuga job. I didn't learn the art of hypoboly. But that doesn't mean we use weapons. It simply amplifies the power of the body with the internal air of the hemopericardium. In response, the blacksmith nods his head for a moment.
"Well, then I'll write Racunda a letter of recommendation. What do you think?"
"Racunda... who are you? "
Ajin quietly asked, and the blacksmith answered the question as if it were nothing.
"Racunda is one of the most prestigious men in the town. He used to be quite the famous Mutuga, but the town is so rural that there are few connections with other places, I don't know the details. But you're good. Now all the Vigilante instructors in this town are trained by Racunda. "
In saying that, he thought for a moment. Money, letters of recommendation. Which one is more rewarding? I had nothing to think about. To be honest, it was only a gamble, but he nodded his head.
"Yes, I would appreciate it if you could write me a letter of recommendation. "
"Well, okay. I like it better when this side saves money. "
The owner brought a pen with a smile and wrote a letter of recommendation on the spot. He looked down at the letter of recommendation he wrote and sealed it in an envelope.
"Racunda's probably home. Ask around and see if you can find anyone in town who doesn't know Racunda. "
Ajin bows his head with a letter from his master. Nothing wrong with a proper greeting. It may be an NPC you won't encounter in the future, but just in case. In Azin's greeting, the owner nodded his head with a joyful face.
Azin turns away, being escorted by the owner, and asks the nearby NPC to visit Racunda's house. His house was in a remote part of the village, but he said he was an authority in the village. Looking at the house, which looks like it's about to collapse, in a formal fence, I thought Ajin was fooling himself. Of course, if it were true, he would kill the blacksmith's master without knowing the mouse or bird by chance.
"Are you there?"
But we don't know that yet. Asin, standing over the fence in front of the door, knocks and gives a voice. After a while, the door opens.
"Who are you?"
Raccoon.
She was a woman reminiscent of a well-forged blade. Dark gray hair was tied up tightly and had diagonal scars on the cheeks. And the eyes. When Azin saw that look, he took a step back without even knowing it. She blindfolds her left eye, but her only right eye looks infinitely deep. And inside, there was a new blue blade that looked like it was aiming for pain.
"I've never seen him before. Are you a player?"
Racunda stares at Ajin and asks. In that question, he felt like he had been hit in the head with a hammer. Player? Russell did not understand what the word player meant. Neither the owner of the forge, nor the vigilante or the wizard Sage whom Ajin met. He referred to himself as an "outsider" and did not use the word "player."
NPCs in the world don't know what players are. They do not know that their world is a virtual reality of the game "First," and they do not know that what they think of as a well-made object comes from AI.
But the woman in front of me. Racunda uttered the exact word 'player' towards Azin.
".. Yep. "
Azin replied with a stuttering voice. What the hell is she? NPC or Player? Maybe NPCs like Acacia. NPCs that know the player's existence and know that they were created.
"Huh, I didn't think I had any players coming for me. That's a handy one. Who is it? Primrose or Crescent? "
Asin was silent for a moment because he couldn't understand the question he was asking. He looks at Racunda's expression without a word. Racunda grimaces and spits out the annoying silence of Azin.
"I'm asking who your maid was. Did you forget the name of the helper NPC? "
"Ah, acacia. "
Azin stuttered and replied. My thoughts became more confused. Now you're talking about helper NPCs. Is this woman really an acacia NPC? No, maybe he's an operator.
"Ah, yes, there's Acacia. Looks like Acacia picked a good hand. Well, it doesn't matter. So what's the deal? If you've been exploring the town without any work, go back. "
".. the blacksmith wrote me a letter of recommendation. "
"Letter of recommendation?"
Racunda frowns and asks. Examining his expression, Azin took out the letter he had in his arms and gave it to Racunda. Racunda, who received it, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside and read it.
"Hmm. Why did I put you in here? I meant to do this. Motherfuckers."
Racunda mutters an unknown word, then turns around and goes back inside the house. Racunda turns her head and shouts to Azin, who is standing there dazed.
"Follow me! "
Though I felt disheartened by the overwhelming attitude, he closed the door without showing any discomfort. There were still many questions about Racunda, but once the letter of recommendation seemed to have worked somewhat. If it cost him anything, Azin was going to be grateful for it.
The house was as ugly as its old exterior. There was little furniture, and it was too old. Racunda seemed to live alone. However, even though it was definitely someone's house, Racunda's house was completely untouched. The walls are dirty, the floors are rubbish, and there's a lot of dust on the furniture.
"Give me your hand. "
Racunda, who pulls out her chair roughly, reaches out for Azin. In response, he reached out his hand silently and gave it to Racunda. Racunda, who grabbed Ajin's wrist, closed her eyes quietly. At that moment, his body flinches. Something flows from your wrist and explores the painful body, and it flows all the way to his loss. It looks like a sharp piece of carotid tears through your veins. Ajin chews his lips as he sweats coldly, but Racunda grins as he twists his lips.
"Wow. You're pretty good at this. Besides, it's... it's a bloodbath. Right?"
Racunda asks as she lets go of her hand, and as her exploring power recedes, she takes a deep breath and nods her head.
"The depth of the bridge is overwhelmingly fast to build inner space. But even with that in mind, your internal affairs are too much. No, it's not. I can't feel any impurities except for what I collected through the suction method. Has Acacia been feeding you the elixir? "
".. no. The energy drain..."
"Puhaha! An energy drain? Don't be ridiculous. Even with the energy drain, your internal aircraft is abnormal. What's your level? "
".. 12. "
"More abnormal. But I think I know some of it. No matter how much energy drain you use at your level, it's hard to collect this much internal air. If Acacia hadn't helped. "
In Racunda's words, there is a certain amount of pain. When Azin embraced Acacia, he was able to explosively grow his internal air and mental strength. Racunda smiles wildly as she looks at Ajin's subtly transformed face.
"Hmmm, I see. That Acacia bitch wore her head pretty good. Strange coincidence, by the way. "
Racunda grinning and grinning, raising a pipe that was sitting on the table and biting into her mouth. He gently taps the tobacco pipe with his fingertips, which are crushed and flames spread and smoke rises. Deep breaths of smoke spit out red lips, and Racunda narrows her eyes.
"You, on your knees. "
".. Yes? "
"Kneel!"
Racunda shouts in a loud voice, as if she won't be denied the question of Azin asking again. Kwung! That's how he knelt down. The pressure on the shoulders was enormous and heavy. Racunda twists her legs and looks down at the pain on her knees.
"It would be polite to kneel if you saw the Most High. Even if you don't know the doctrine of martyrdom, if you have mastered the art of bloodshed, show it to the High Septon. "
"... What the...! "
Squeeze! The bone is pressing down. Pressed, it seemed to collapse. Azin couldn't lift his head. Barely opened his lips, he shouted in a suppressed voice. Racunda laughs loudly at the cry.
"My name is Raw Snow. "
Racunda pulls her chair back and raises herself up. After arriving on her knees with a light gait, she reaches out and puts her hands on her head.
"The 43rd Catholic Church of the Church has the smell of the Blood Witch Raw Snow. Of course you don't know this name. "
Racunda, no. The scent of Raw Snow chuckles and slaps his hand on Azin's head. Then the pressure that was pressing his body disappeared as if it had been washed away. Azin raises his head and looks up at the Black Snow scent looking down at him.
"If you don't know, you know it now. Who I am."
I twisted my lips and smiled at the smell of raw snow.