episode_0011

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At the moment Ellyn and Melvia entered the intermediate dungeon.

Genevieve watched their backs from a distance, then sat on a nearby chair.

“Hmm~ Hmm~”

She hummed a tune while swinging her legs back and forth.

Passing intermediate adventurers glanced at her fidgety figure.

Genevieve paid them no mind.

Her gaze was fixed on the dungeon’s exit.

After a few hours of waiting without certainty, as the sun began to set low, the adventurer party she had been waiting for emerged from the exit.

Confirming their faces, Genevieve jumped up from her chair and hurried over.

“Thank you for your hard work! I’ll cast a healing spell on Lady Gilli!”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I’ll give a heal to Sir Geha!”

“Yes.”

After a brief check of their conditions, Genevieve used appropriate skills.

“Thank you, Genevieve. You’ve worked hard!”

The money that fell to her was a mere 15 copper coins.

Far less than the basic potion priced at 50 copper coins each.

Genevieve’s schedule didn’t end there.

With 15 copper coins, it was difficult to earn enough for a day’s living expenses.

She needed to gather offerings for the god of medicine, Menelaus, and earn additional wages.

She had to farm even in lower dungeons as much as possible.

Up to the 19th floor of the lower dungeon, parties could climb the floors together.

Genevieve also reached the lower 20th floor.

She started farming on the lower 20th floor from early evening.

Of course, even capturing simple mobs was impossible with her strength.

She focused solely on gathering.

In lower dungeons, one could mainly gather basic herbs or low-quality iron ore.

“Hmm hmm~”

Today’s harvest was more abundant than usual.

Genevieve hummed a tune while picking herbs.

Menelaus would be pleased.

Feeling good after harvesting the last herb and standing up, at that moment,

A chilling voice came from behind Genevieve.

Screech screech.

Screech screech.

It was the sound of a group of goblins.

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“For a healer with no abilities to defeat goblins… ”

One needs high stats and incredibly powerful equipment.

The problem is that Genevieve is considered mythical.

Modesty level: 0.

Therefore, she couldn’t increase her exposure level, and consequently, she couldn’t create powerful equipment.

At that moment,

Melvia, who had just returned to the temple, offered materials at the altar.

One material came into her hand.

“Orc’s blood….”

Usually, materials are required in a specific form when I design them.

But ‘blood’ types were different.

I could add them at will.

They granted stats accordingly and were difficult to obtain, but had advantages.

I added Orc’s blood to the material list.

The design remained the same.

But it turned red.

Hmm—

The crafting table emitted light.

Several effects were added to the equipment I crafted.

[Orc Enchantress’s Leather Armor]

Excites the wearer.

Excitement increases as health decreases.

Excitement amplifies attack power in combat and openness in non-combat situations.

[Orc Priest’s Tome]

Grants attack to healing.

Attack power increases based on the caster’s excitement.

“…Done!”

If the Enchantress’s Leather Armor excites Genevieve, the Tome grants her an attack bonus based on that excitement, enhancing her attack power.

Perfect synergy equipment.

Rabin quickly turned his gaze to the screen.

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The goblin horde, armed with clubs, drooling, searched for adventurers.

One reason why most adventurers formed groups even to deal with simple mobs was this aspect.

The Green Skins possessed a certain level of intelligence and were aware that if they inflicted enough damage to adventurers, they would be teleported out of the dungeon.

As a result, they didn’t just stop at attacking adventurers.

They used them not to kill but to enjoy hunting them down.

Jenevia was well aware of this fact.

She frantically searched for a place to escape.

However, this was a dead end.

The goblin voices echoed from the only passage available.

“Keuk-keuk….”

“Keuk…!”

There was nowhere to run.

So where could she hide?

No suitable hiding spot could be found no matter where she looked.

The beginner’s dungeon was entirely made of stone.

There were no trees or bushes. Only occasional small herbs grew here and there.

Sometimes there were boxes containing farming materials or barrels placed around, but even those were absent in this place.

A dreadful thought lingered in Jenevia’s mind.

‘What should I do…? Please, Lady Menela, show me mercy…!’

The only one she could rely on was the goddess she believed in, Menela.

However, Menela offered no answers.

Jenevia had only one choice.

She crouched in a corner, hoping the goblins wouldn’t discover her.

‘Please, Lady Menela… Keep the goblins from finding me!’

Soon, the goblins turned the corner and reached where Jenevia was.

Her prayers were brutally crushed.

“Keuk…? Keuk-keuk!!”

“Keuk-keuk!!”

The goblins cheered upon finding her.

They brandished their crude clubs, ready to strike Jenevia.

‘It’s all over….’

Why did she feel so defiant as she hummed a tune?

A sense of misery washed over her.

Unlike Melvia, who grew up in poverty, Jenevia was raised in a wealthy household.

She enjoyed taking care of others from a young age and became a healer to match her inclination.

However, her family opposed her becoming a healer.

To pursue her dreams, she left the city her parents lived in and became independent in the current city.

Fortunately, she was able to find a temple that welcomed her desired deity.

But that’s when the hardships began.

The world without her parents’ protection was harsh.

She realized the importance of money, something she had never worried about before.

Furthermore, there were safety and security issues she had never considered.

Despite all this, Jenevia never took the ‘easy path’ that other adventurers took. She learned that selling her body or committing crimes was a great sin.

She rejected numerous tempting offers akin to whispers of the devil and maintained her purity.

But what did it all mean now?

Everything she had built up was on the verge of collapse.

“Sob….”

Resigning herself and shedding tears, suddenly, a bright light shone from above, and equipment fell.

Thud—

[Orc Berserker’s Leather Armor]

[Orc Priest’s Tome]

Although predominantly dyed in red, a faint golden glow surrounded them.

Equipment clearly imbued with considerable sanctity at first glance.

[Hurry, equip the gear and prepare to fight.]

The message did not come from Menela, whom she had prayed to fervently, but from the god of the temple she had visited once, ‘Labin.’

“L-Labin…?”

It wasn’t a time to cry foolishly.

She had been given an opportunity too.

Jenevia quickly changed into the leather gear and held the tome in one hand.

Soon, an unknown power began emanating from her body.

No more tears flowed from Jenevia’s eyes.

Her pupils turned crimson.

“I’ll crush you all…!!!”

Immediately, Jenevia’s indiscriminate healing attacks began to scatter throughout the dungeon.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—

Genevieve cleared out all the goblins and exited the dungeon.

Her mind was in turmoil.

When she was in crisis, it was Rabin who had acted as a fence like her parents.

However, extreme excitement still lingered, clearing her cluttered mind.

There was only one place she needed to head towards.

“…Rabin.”

She ran straight towards Rabin’s temple.

Inside the temple were Melvia and Elinor.

Normally, she would have greeted them with a smile, but Genevieve couldn’t even entertain such thoughts.

“I’ve come to thank Rabin…!!”

Genevieve’s voice still carried the innocence of a young girl.

There was an unknown unease and sadness buried in her voice.

Nevertheless, like an elderly person returning from war, she went straight to the altar and knelt down.

The battle was already over.

However, her feelings of excitement and anger were gradually transforming into a strange sensation she had never experienced before.

Those emotions were solely directed towards Rabin.

“You know how to give thanks to Rabin, right?”

“Of course…!”

Genevieve replied and moved to the statue beside the altar.

She clenched the statue shaped like a giant phallus in her hand.

And then, at that moment.

A voice was heard once again from the side.

“Oh, Genevieve. The way to give thanks has changed a bit.”