After 6 months,
"Why are you so slow?" shouted a man who kicked the yelling person.
"Yes, I will follow!" exclaimed the person holding the hair of the man, who had just been kicked—face, body, and legs.
"If you can't do your damn job, then get out of here! You, damn parasite!"
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Holding my hair, i was working as an Adventurer, but as a Porter! The Level Gap of other people to me was significantly high; even the child was now higher than me, also gaining more money than I do.
It may be sad, but I work now like a Scavenger, where I can only rely on others to help meet my daily needs!
"Argggghhh..." I want to cry, but I can't; this is better than dying in that cave[beginner dungeon]
This is my new stat. Probably because I haven't seen my update stat. in system yet. I don't want to see it anymore.
Looking at that buff really makes me doubt if that buff given to me by my mother is working or not. I don't know.
Holding my bruise on my face, I can't do anything normal, and other jobs require skills. I want to change my job, but skills can't, because jobs need skills. Earthwall skill is a skill for architecture, mind reading is for physicists, and more. In this past half-year, everything has really changed, and some races like elves, dwarves, and beasts exist and live with us.
I put the monster cores in the garter bag with a sound.
"Oh, parasite is fast!"
"..."
I'm speechless!
They killed the monster faster than me, and I was the only one picking it up for almost an hour.
I didn't show my moves in the match or anything because I'm just a porter. If I don't do this, I won't be able to pay for electricity, water, and especially for food.
In truth, people are not like this; people's behavior is different. Many people say that class character has an effect on people personality, but for me, people change when they have power and know that they can hurt, and no one will fight back to them.
It's embarrassing, but I have news that the four I was with—Carl, Anna, Elina, and Layla—have become full-fledged adventurers, and they are ranked in the whole country as some of the strongest compared to me who kept up with them!
I will not be surprised if they are strong because in my experience with them, there are no faults or anything compared to these people.
"Oh, mage, help me! What's your skill?" Even the dagger can free hit.
"Healer! Heal me!" Even a small wound, said the tanker!
"Yes, I know" x2.
as the two said, Many individuals lack the knowledge of how to conserve mana, leaving them depleted when it's crucial, and sometimes they even collapse. This was taught me by guild master.
I observe them, but I'm indifferent. My role is to focus on my job is collect core and something i can. As we face our opponent, a goblin!
"Gyahhh!" x4, the attackers surround the assailant holding the skill. They injure him gradually. The mage and the healer are exhausted, the tanker stands in the middle.
"….." I remain silent, but they are engrossed. It's okay because I'm only temporary, their porter.
Despite my level increasing, ever since I survived, I avoided returning to the beginner's dungeon; I didn't want to die. I refrained from opening the system after it claimed I could handle werewolf shadows. I lack any skill and class character.
"Kekeke" I notice a strange goblin at the top and end of the room will throwing stones.
"Swish!" I throw the dagger, I bought for extra self-protection, with no particular style.
'nice, hit!'
I kill the goblin. My luck is high compared to others who are 7 and 10, even though their level is 10, like the people I am with.
Now, surrounded, they are… by enemies!
i better to hide.
"I'll hide in the corner."
Since the incident that almost killed me, I no longer hide in a small corner; I go a little deeper, entering the enemy's range, even if it's only 50 meters away, I have to hide.
I also examined the skill in the man-made shop called a grimoire, but I can't save a million, especially in this situation.
Returning to the fight when I was with them, they were strong compared to me, and there were four of them, but they couldn't be compared to Carl and the three girls.
"Don't run away!" the leader shouts, his companions immediately block him. I'm busy picking up the core, ensuring it's not less than the number they received; otherwise, it will be deducted from me. Making money is challenging; I'll drown in debt.
"Hey, it's over!"
Our hunt concludes in another public dungeon. This dungeon has 20 floors and four bosses, every five floors. Because I don't want to go beyond ten floors, I move the group around. That's better than perishing.
In the office today, I am sitting and resting. It's getting late.
"Why did my life turn out like this?"
My life, which should have been an ordinary white-collar, is just a dream. Sad to think about.
But let me change my mind!
The adventurers have a new system called [GUILD], where adventurers form a group to explore high-class dungeons with five times the difficulty.
Carl's group, "Golden Light," is always at the sending letter to th guild.
To give the letter to the head officer,
The
The man with the bag arrives, takes out the handwritten letter using the flying pole car, and travels to send the handwritten letter to the authority offices.
And he hands me a letter.
From Golden Light Guild
to Jonel the Porter
The handwritten sender personally gives the letter to the recipient.
In six months, I still get an invitation. But Im not worthy of the opportunity to work with them.
"Dear Jonel, how are you? Are you still working as a porter? You can be our porter; don't you want? Why won't you join our guild? I'm inviting you to join our guild. We will cover your expenses. We are your friends; you are always welcome to this guild."
"This letter looks like it was written by a woman, maybe Layla or Anna, very curvy."
Even after repeated letters, I still read this letter.
"I will register as a porter tomorrow, with someone else. I was mistreated as a new member; is there no sensible group? They're like a group, Carl, isn't it?
I signed the quit porter of the group I joined, but I can still get my salary because I finished the day.
After I gave the registration for porter, I went home. To cook when I can eat, but before I do laundry every night, it's difficult if I get caught up with a lot of laundry when it's a working day.
I do it manually.
After two days, someone hired me to be a porter! It's a long time if I don't eat anything!
And the new day for porter has begun.
"I hope the person who accepts me to be a porter is kind."
The truth is painful, but the porter is seen by people today as a servant or a slave.
Reality that was real, porter is slave guide.