Ch. 69 The Birth of Rain
by AfuhfuihgsChapter 69 – The Birth of Rain
After the formation of the Tenant Farmers guild, the tiny fairy knight Nyongmom had her hands full.
She needed to sell the various items we’d brought from the Sky Islands to fill our guild coffers.
And she wasn’t the only one. Supreme, Isolin, and Gladie also scraped together every last gold piece they could find.
The funds went into guild expenses—repairing the mansion’s crumbling exterior, replacing rotten floorboards, and occasionally splurging on fancy furniture.
Nyongmom was happy. So happy that she wanted this feeling to last. The bitterness of her past was fading, becoming harder and harder to recall.
That’s why she made a decision.
She would change her name.
At the city’s administrative center, players could alter their display names—for a steep 500,000 gold. No one had ever used the service before, but Nyongmom was willing to pay the price.
She no longer needed to obsess over leveling up. What she wanted now was a name that matched her adorable fairy form.
It was time to say goodbye to the strange, joke-like alias she’d carried for so long.
With her heart pounding, the little fairy knight marched into the administrative center.
The building was quiet. Peaceful. Almost eerily so.
Nyongmom hurried to the service counter, dragging over two small footstools to compensate for her height. But she didn’t mind the inconvenience.
Standing on tiptoe, she finally faced the clerk.
“How may I help you?”
Nyongmom placed a heavy leather pouch on the counter—her entire savings of 500,000 gold.
“I want to change my name.”
The clerk slid a form toward her.
“Write your new name in the blank space. Once confirmed, changes cannot be undone. Understood?”
“Yes!”
No hesitation. The tiny fairy knight gripped the pen—not a sword—and began writing.
Scritch-scratch.
The sound of the pen against paper filled the quiet room. When she finished, she smiled at the name she’d chosen.
[Rain]
“New name: Rain. Confirmed. Everything in order?”
“Yes!”
That day, the little fairy knight left her past behind for good.
And as if celebrating with her, rain began to fall outside.
The cool droplets washed away the last traces of resentment in her heart.
Splash!
Leaving the administrative center, Rain spread her arms and ran through the downpour.
Pitter-patter!
A New Beginning
I was busy decorating the mansion with Isolin when the front door burst open.
Rain—soaked from head to toe—stood there, grinning from ear to ear.
[Level 50]
[Tenant Farmers]
[Rain]
I blinked.
She was undeniably the same fairy knight who’d joined our guild, yet something felt… different.
Probably because of the name now displayed beneath her guild title.
“I changed my name!”
she announced proudly, puffing out her chest.
I stared blankly.
“You… can do that?”
“Yep! For 500,000 gold at the administrative center.”
I pulled up the guild roster.
Nyongmom was gone. In her place was Rain.
This wasn’t just a paperwork change. The world itself now recognized her as Rain.
“So… no more ‘Nyongmom’?”
Isolin, finally done wrestling with a bedframe, wandered over and circled Rain like a curious cat.
Rain nodded, still beaming.
“From now on, I’m Rain!”
“Pretty name!”
“Hehe…”
I studied her quietly. Maybe it was just the name, but her entire aura felt softer now.
How could a simple change make such a difference?
Then Rain turned to me.
“Supreme.”
“Yeah?”
“Call me Rain from now on, okay?”
“But… that’s your real name, isn’t it?”
“I am Rain now.”
Her eyes sparkled. Her voice was firm. Her posture confident.
It was clear—she had decided to leave her past self behind completely.
And then it hit me.
I finally understood what Han Chan-sung had endured in this world. Why he’d obsessed over leveling up.
To escape the disgusted stares.
To avoid being shunned.
To reclaim his original body.
To return to his old life.
But now?
None of that mattered anymore.
The grotesque, violet-tinged monster form was gone. The awkward alias had been discarded. Every trace of his painful past had vanished.
Just to be sure, I asked one last question.
“Rain”
“Yes?”
“Do you love this world?”
Her answer was immediate—a bright smile and outstretched arms.
“Of course I do!”
My mind cleared. It felt like gaining a reliable new sword.
“Everyone, listen up!”
I clapped my hands, gathering the girls’ attention.
Clap-clap!
Gladie, who’d been crafting dolls in the corner, jumped at the noise.
“We can’t let a day like this pass without celebration!”
Today wasn’t just any day.
It was Rain rebirth.
Her second birthday.
Isolin nodded awkwardly. Gladie followed suit.
“We never threw a guild founding party either, so let’s go all out! Cake, decorations—the works!”
I’ve always believed excess beats scarcity.
When buying food, I get enough to avoid regret.
When gaming, I play until I collapse from exhaustion.
And parties?
They have to be extravagant.
“Let’s go!”
Thump-thump-thump!
Dragging the girls along, I swept through the marketplace, loading up on party supplies—glittering candlesticks, pointed hats, magic fireworks, and enough ingredients to feed an army.
The centerpiece?
A massive cake.
Personally, I’m not big on sweets, but a party isn’t a party without one. Luckily, player-run bakeries made it easy to find.
Next up—a whole roasted boar.
Enough to feed twenty, but that didn’t matter. Leftovers were fine.
And of course, alcohol.
As guild leader, I made an executive decision.
We stormed the winery.
Thump-thump-thump!
Our haul?
Two giant oak barrels of wine.
Too large for our inventories, so we had to roll them back manually.
The first barrel was a team effort—me, Isolin, and Gladie pushing with all our might.
“Heeeeeave!”
“Hyahhh!”
Roll-roll-roll!
Rain handled the second barrel alone, casually maneuvering something twice her size.
Rumble-rumble!
Back at the mansion, the party kicked off immediately.
An intimate gathering—just the four of us.
Fireworks boomed. Wine flowed freely. At some point, we were so drunk we couldn’t tell the ceiling from the floor.
Isolin passed out halfway inside the Chicken Coop, snoring loudly. Gladie dozed off inside an empty wine barrel.
Only Rain remained upright, still sipping her drink.
“Supreme”
“Yeah…?”
“We’re friends, right?”
“Of course”
“Then… can we drop formalities?”
A sudden request. Maybe she’d envied how casually Isolin and I spoke.
I nodded.
“Sure…”
Rain perked up, shuffling closer until the scent of wine hit me in a warm wave.
Drunk and chatty, she began rambling about her past—the loneliness, the struggles, everything she’d felt since arriving in this world.
I didn’t interrupt. I just listened.
And before I knew it…
I fell asleep
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