Ch.86Chapter 86. Morning Tent Installation Technician (1)

Chapter 86. Morning Tent Installation Engineer (1)

“It’s morning. Wake up.”

I opened my eyes to someone’s hand tapping my shoulder.

“Ah.”

Damn. Did I stay on the community too long before sleeping?

There were so many interesting topics being discussed that I ended up oversleeping.

“Are you sick?”

This barbarian woman with an angular, masculine face is named Sonya, my friend.

“I just had a lot on my mind last night. Thanks for waking me up.”

“Sure.”

While exchanging this brief conversation, I carefully checked my lower body.

After experiencing the most painful time as a man, this has become an essential daily routine.

“Phew.”

My little buddy is still working fine today.

Of course, it’s not because I saw Sonya’s face. It’s just a physiological phenomenon.

Satisfied, I left the tent.

The chief said she would give me a personal tent, but I chose to stay in the one used by the warriors.

Getting special treatment would only create distance between us.

To become close with comrades, you need to sleep in the same quarters.

That’s an old tradition every South Korean man knows.

“Hmm.”

The other warriors were already outside, lightly stretching their bodies.

Sonya and I are the last ones out. I can picture what happened.

The considerate Sonya must have waited until I woke up, then decided to wake me when I didn’t.

I can’t call her a beauty even as a polite lie, but she’s a good person.

I joined them with Sonya and did some simple stretching.

“Your eyes are red. Did you have trouble sleeping?”

A female warrior stretching her leg muscles next to me struck up a conversation. Her name is Misha.

See? By living in the same place and building rapport, people start talking to me first.

A woman, no less. Her forearms are as thick as my thighs, and she has a large scar across her face, but still.

“I was suddenly reminded of the past.”

“Is that so? Be careful, not getting proper sleep will wear your body down.”

“Yeah.”

While slowly stretching, I connected to the community.

It’s important to check the community at times like this.

[GarlicSaltBread: When crying it’s ‘Bahuhk’ and ‘Gohuhk’, when laughing it’s ‘Tchaikovskykiki’~!]

Not funny.

[CorruptPowerKnight: Discovery of evolutionary school research materials. A chief researcher named ‘Jay’…]

Too serious.

[Babirina: Mom. I miss you. I’m so hungry. I want warm soup and bread.]

…Too dark.

[ITrustedTheMonkeyMan: Real-time virgin… first village raid attempt…]

This one’s not bad.

I read through the posts that were generously uploaded since morning.

Oh. Sans posted after a long time. Let’s see.

That username still feels strange no matter how many times I see it.

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: (Info) Extremely powerful demon appears in Tibera

Information from a reliable source.

An incredibly powerful demon has entered Tibera.

Its magical power supposedly covers an entire region.

Users living near or planning to pass through Tibera should be careful.]

A powerful demon appearance, huh.

Tibera is quite far from Linea where I am now, so I don’t need to worry.

Let’s check the comments too.

[CorruptPowerKnight: Isn’t Tibera that place? Where Abraham died]

ㄴ [FullPlay: Right. The cloud demon passed through]

[ITrustedTheMonkeyMan: Information from one of the legendary 3 knights is trustworthy]

ㄴ [Ghooulr: Yeah, he also told us about that necromancer lord bastard in Dubenheim last time]

[NotACatfish: Good info thx haha]

NotACatfish is here too. I’m suddenly curious.

Why does this guy only show positive reactions to Sans’s posts?

If he was naturally pretending to be friendly, that would be one thing, but he leaves awkward and artificial flattering comments as if he’s never given a compliment before, which is strange.

It’s especially suspicious coming from NotACatfish, one of the community’s worst toxic users.

Did this guy also receive help from Sans like me? Maybe that’s why he leaves positive comments.

“Tsk.”

Even so, if you’re going to leave positive comments, you should do it properly without being obvious.

Well, let me show an example.

[MorningTentInstallationEngineer: This is really helpful information. I was heading toward Tibera looking for something, but I could have been in big trouble. You saved my life! As expected, Sans, you’re the best!]

That’s more like it.

Oh, I received a private message right after posting the comment.

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: If]

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: If you’re going to comment like that just don’t write anything;;]

[?]

[Hmm…is it that bad?]

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: Yeah it is]

This is quite harsh. Even when helping, he has to criticize.

[lol sorry. How have you been lately?]

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: So-so]

It’s a bit late to say this, but he’s quite a mysterious guy.

Being friendly with barbarians who are hostile to all civilized people including possessed ones, knowing news from distant regions…

Does he have some artifact or hidden flying skill that helps him gain favor with barbarians?

Whatever the case, he must be a stronger paladin than me. If I meet him later, I should ask him to carry me.

[Is your source a barbarian?]

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: Yeah]

As expected. He’s suspiciously friendly with barbarians.

[I should probably tell our chief just in case]

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: She probably already knows]

…What?

[UltraSansMadWithMoonlightMassacreMode: I already spread the news through the shaman here]

Ah.

Barbarian shamans handle mysterious powers called sorcery. He must have used that to transmit information.

“Siwoo, the chief is looking for you.”

A warrior approached me.

“Another duel?”

“Probably.”

“Alright. Tell her to wait a moment.”

A duel first thing in the morning is too draining.

Well, I have no choice.

I closed the community and went back into the tent.

Barbarians look down on warriors who avoid duels as cowards. To continue living here, I can’t refuse.

I don’t know who created it, but it’s a really ignorant culture.

I put on my armor roughly and headed to the dueling ground.

“Siwoo!”

The biggest and strongest woman in this tribe was waiting for me, holding twin axes.

The chief of the Gray Mist tribe, Hela.

“Good morning.”

“Yes! Good morning!”

She’s a barbarian female warrior with visuals straight out of an American game with full Yankee sensibility, not a Japanese bishoujo game.

A super-strong woman who looks like she could pressure me with a whirlwind attack at any moment.

How is this a woman?

Sigh… why are all the women around me built like this?

Sonya. Misha. Hela. All of them are closer to ‘warriors’ who happen to be female than ‘female’ warriors.

I don’t need this kind of harem.

“Have you eaten…”

“Pick up your weapon!”

“…”

Ah, my ears are going to fall off. Even if you boiled a train funnel, it wouldn’t make such a noise.

I drew my sword and charged.

After fighting for about 30 minutes.

“Mm! Refreshing! Let’s stop here!”

Hela smiled with satisfaction and lowered her axes. It’s the kind of smile a serial killer would have.

“The duel was enjoyable.”

Refreshing my ass. I feel like I’ve been jogging all morning, no, marching in full gear.

“Hahaha! I enjoyed it too!”

Hela laughed heartily like a man and patted my shoulder with her pot-lid-sized hand.

Bang bang!

It hurts like hell.

How can patting a human body make the sound of hitting a punching bag?

“Can I go now?”

My whole body might break if I stay with this toad-like woman.

I need to escape quickly!

“No. I have business today. Make some time!”

“What?”

“I need your, uh, sgill?”

“It’s skill.”

“Right, that!”

“…Is it because of Elder Goga?”

Hela nodded. Sigh, now I have no choice but to go.

I entered the third largest personal tent in the tribe with her, who was a head taller than me.

“S-surprise attack! Surprise attack! It’s demons! Aaaah! Aaaaaaah! Uaaaaaaah! Mobilize all warriors! Chieeeef~!”

A skinny old man was shouting and waving a staff with a boar skull attached to it.

This senile old man’s name is Goga, Hela’s grandfather and the tribe’s former shaman.

They say he was fine until five years ago but went mad from excessive use of sorcery.

“Calm down!”

Sola, the tribe’s shaman, was trying to restrain him, but it looked difficult for her alone.

“Please bear with it a little longer.”

I grabbed Goga and used my purification skill.

I’m level 4 now. Experience accumulates quickly when you consistently hunt and raid.

The community says that at level 4, you can raid an entire village alone, but honestly, I’m not sure.

Maybe it’s because I’ve mainly learned buff skills?

“Young man… don’t get too immersed in sorcery…”

“Ah, yes.”

I calmed Goga down and laid him on the bed.

“Chief, shouldn’t you have told me about this before the duel?”

The old man’s seizure seems more important than a duel, no matter how I look at it.

“Is that so? Hahaha!”

She just laughs it off. I’m the fool for even mentioning it.

I was looking for the right timing to escape this troublesome situation when:

“Ah… Lord Malak?”

Sola, a middle-aged woman with graceful charm, suddenly knelt down.

What Lord Malak?

“Mother! We agreed not to mention that person when this man is present…”

Hela looked at me with a terrified expression. That person? I can’t follow the conversation.

Sola slowly shook her head.

“He has given permission.”

“Is that so…! What did he say!”

“Lord Malak… said he will descend upon our tribe.”

What? A god is coming here?

No, more importantly, the god Malak actually exists?