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    Chapter 24: Settlement (1)

    I
    woke up on a bed. The familiar bed in room 201 of the inn.

    ‘Did
    Diana move me?’

    I
    had no memory of being in Diana’s arms. Had I just fallen asleep?

    ‘I’ll
    have to apologize when I see her.’

    I’m
    sorry, but I’ve just embarrassed her in the middle of her day.

    I
    glanced out the window and saw that the sun was midday. It had been a
    long time since I’d seen natural light.

    Stretching
    to wake up, I warmed up and thought about what I had to do today.

    ‘Collect
    payment for the goblin slaying, prove that Deluna’s party was a bunch
    of looters and outlaws, and collect my bounty.’

    Part
    of me wanted to lie down and do nothing for a day or so, but I
    whipped myself out of bed.

    I
    cleaned up the dirt from the labyrinth and put away my fur blanket,
    which had gotten completely dirty and unusable on this trip.

    Then
    I forced myself to stretch out the mismatched T-shirt I’d bought and
    neglected last time.

    Now
    that I was dressed properly, I wondered if I hadn’t been living too
    savagely.

    As
    I left the room and descended the familiar staircase, I was greeted
    by the aroma of savory soup.

    I
    glanced toward the kitchen and saw Diana standing at the stove,
    stirring a pot of soup.

    “Diana.”

    “⋯!
    Uh, uh, yeah, Balkan, good
    morning⋯”

    Diana
    awkwardly avoids my gaze. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

    After
    what I did to her yesterday, I really thought she would accept my
    morning greeting.

    “I’m
    sorry, Ms. Diana. I was out of my mind yesterday.”

    “I’m
    fine. I don’t need you to apologize, and besides, it’s kind of⋯”

    I
    bowed my head, and Diana blushed red and held out her hand. She
    opened her mouth to say something, then clamped it shut.

    “Rather?”

    “Oh,
    no. It’s nothing. By the way, are you going to have lunch? I just
    finished making it.”

    “Yes.
    I’ll eat it. How I missed Diana’s soup in the Labyrinth.”

    “Well,
    did you⋯?
    Then I’ll have to give you a big bowl.”

    I
    nodded at Diana’s hasty change of subject and walked over to the
    table to sit down.

    Soon
    Diana brought me a bowl of soup, almost overflowing, and utensils.

    “It’s
    hot, so be careful eating it.”

    “Okay.
    Thank you, Ms. Diana.”

    Perhaps
    out of respect for me in my helmet, Diana immediately moved away.

    I
    scooped up a spoonful of the steaming hot soup and drank it, and my
    body immediately responded.

    After
    days of drinking lukewarm water and eating bland, tasteless food, my
    body shuddered with excitement as Diana’s heartfelt soup entered my
    esophagus.

    I
    licked the bowl clean and was about to empty it when Diana approached
    me.

    She
    looked at the sparkling bowl and then at me with a big smile.

    “Oh
    my. You must have been really hungry, huh?”

    “I’ve
    been eating your food every day for a month, so I’ve gotten used to
    it, but the preserved food didn’t go over well.”

    “Hoo-hoo.
    Is that so? Maybe next time I should make some jerky and wrap it up.”

    After
    observing me in silence for a while, Diana spoke up.

    “So.
    How was the Labyrinth?”

    My
    body froze at the passing remark. I swallowed hard and put down my
    cutlery.

    “⋯I
    underestimated the Labyrinth. I thought I was as prepared as I could
    be, I was in good shape, and I was alert enough.⋯But.”

    Even
    so, they lost two party members shortly after entering the labyrinth.

    I
    could have chalked it up to bad luck, complicated circumstances, or
    whatever, but I didn’t.

    If
    I had been more vigilant, would things have been different?

    If
    I’d been a little more careful about party coordination, could I have
    made it out of the labyrinth with four instead of three?

    I’ll
    never know. It’s all in the past.

    What
    I do know is that it’s not just monsters I have to watch out for in
    the Labyrinth.

    I
    am not alone in the labyrinth.

    There’s
    so much more to think about: sudden changes in circumstances, party
    management, outside variables.

    “The
    atmosphere gives me a general idea of what happened.”

    “⋯You
    can tell that from the atmosphere alone?”

    “Explorers
    usually have similar problems, especially novice explorers. Monsters
    ambushes, party splits, and attacks from the outside.”

    Diana’s
    big data was eerily accurate.

    From
    the start, we lost one person to goblins, another to a party split,
    and finally, we barely survived the slave hunter Deluna’s party.

    “No
    one is perfect from the start, you’re bound to fail and make
    mistakes, but what matters is what you learn from them, because
    there’s no growth if you’re afraid of mistakes and failure, if you
    get frustrated and stop moving forward.”

    Diana,
    who had been closing her eyes the whole time, slowly opened them and
    looked at me. Her amber eyes seemed to hold me in the palm of her
    hand and see right through me.

    Then
    her eyes closed again.

    “From
    that point of view, I think Balkan has a lot more growth ahead of
    him.”

    Indeed.
    I’m sticking my head in the mire anyway.

    “In
    your opinion, Diana, do you think I can grow further?”

    “Sure.
    You don’t have the eyes of a frustrated person.”

    I
    wonder what a frustrated person’s eyes look like.

    For
    a moment, I wonder why Diana’s eyes are closed, but then I realize
    there must be a story behind them.

    I
    shake off my tiredness, my head feels refreshed, and I can see what I
    need to do more clearly.

    “Oh,
    and that watch is really nice.”

    “You
    should keep it. You’re still going to be in the labyrinth.”

    “But⋯”

    I
    tried to give the watch back to her, but she gently refused. Her
    watch was back on my wrist.

    We
    continued to talk after that. I told her about my experiences in the
    Labyrinth, and she listened calmly.

    I
    didn’t mention the curse of the puppet, which was only visible to me
    in the status window, or what happened with Serif, but I found it
    comforting to tell someone what I’d been through.

    “Thanks
    for listening to my boring story.”

    “No,
    it’s not. You reminded me of something I haven’t thought about in a
    long time.”

    “Really?
    Oh, and thank you so much for the soup.”

    I
    rambled on for almost an hour.

    “Ugh.
    I’ll put the bowl away, give it to me.”

    As
    I watched Diana hurriedly collect the bowls and utensils, I suddenly
    remembered my days of begging in the back alleys.

    I
    was on the verge of distrusting people due to PTSD from an attempted
    rape, and it’s no exaggeration to say that I owe my minimal existence
    to her.

    “As
    always, thank you, Ms. Diana.”

    At
    that, Diana, who had been staring at the bowl and utensils with a
    strangely erotic gaze, stopped dead in her tracks.

    She
    glanced back and forth between the bowl and me, then abruptly put the
    bowl down and slapped her own cheek.

    “Diana?!
    What the-!”

    As
    I approached, surprised by the suddenness of the situation, Diana
    shook her head.

    “What⋯?”

    “Oh,
    it’s nothing, I’ll clean up the mess, go upstairs!”

    I
    panicked at the suddenness of the situation, but I pushed Diana’s
    back and climbed up to the second floor.

    “Are
    you sure you’re okay?”

    “Of
    course. Don’t worry too much. And⋯”

    Diana
    hesitated for a moment.

    “⋯I,
    for one, am glad you’re back safe and sound.”

    ***

    Half
    an hour after Diana’s encounter, when my stomach had settled down a
    bit, I packed my backpack.

    It
    was a backpack with goblin ears and a human head.

    “I’m
    going to the Explorers’ Alliance, but I’ll be back before we open for
    dinner!”

    “Hey,
    that’s fine! You must be tired, get some rest until tomorrow!”

    I
    left the inn, leaving Diana, who seemed to be working on something in
    the kitchen, behind.

    Her
    kindness bought me a few moments of respite.

    I
    headed straight for the Explorers’ Alliance.

    There
    were still tons of people and no numbering system, so I had to wait
    in line at the stalls in ignorance.

    Still,
    the wait wasn’t boring. There was something to see.

    [Sohem
    LV.23]

    [Jericho
    LV.14]

    [Porcio
    LV.3]

    [Berthia
    LV.17]

    [Tolkien
    LV.2■]

    The
    level I can see in the status window now varies from person to
    person, but usually around the early to mid-20s.

    Then,
    after level 20 and before level 30, the censorship is definitive.

    ‘Why
    that time?’

    Not
    being able to see the status window means that there’s a gap between
    me and my opponent.

    [Nam
    Soo-jin LV.5]

    [Stamina:(4+10)
    Strength:(4+10) Agility:(2+10) Wisdom:(0) Finesse:(0)]

    [Free
    Points: 5]

    With
    the additional stats from the Question Mark Blessing, my stat total
    is now 40.

    Though
    there are many variables with blessings, curses, etc.

    Assuming
    a stat increase of 1 per LV, that’s enough to match level 30 in
    simple math.

    In
    the Explorers’ Alliance, I had the opportunity to see a variety of
    Explorers, even the so-called mid-level explorers.

    [Getelier
    Aman LV.3■]

    [Dotelier
    Aman LV.4■]

    “Hey,
    hey. Look. It’s the Aman sisters. Damn. So it’s true they came back
    from the middle level.”

    “Wow.
    How can a woman’s breasts be like stones like that? They don’t jiggle
    at all. There’s nothing but muscle in them, so they’re square like a
    man’s?”

    “It’s
    possible.”

    “How
    is that possible, bitch?”

    ‘I
    don’t see any chance of winning⋯’

    But
    when I looked at the level 30 to 40 explorers, I could only see a
    future where I would get my head crushed.

    The
    disparity was even greater than I thought.

    As
    I continued to observe the explorers, I realized something.

    ‘Around
    level 20, there’s a section where the level increases dramatically.’

    It
    felt like there was a first level, then a second level, and then a
    big jump in class.

    ‘Maybe
    when you level up, you’ll get some extra stats or something.’

    That’s
    why it’s definitely censored after the late 20s.

    ‘⋯That’s
    not bad.’

    On
    the bright side, I’m only level 5, so I’m able to keep up with level
    20 explorers based on simple stats, right?

    If
    I ever reach level 20 or higher, it means that unless my opponent is
    exceptionally skilled at the same level, I can gain an advantage
    through my stats.

    [Free
    points: 5]

    And
    that advantage would come from my primary stats, not just
    miscellaneous ones.

    “Hmmm⋯”

    I’ve
    just crammed the information into my head.

    The
    battle wasn’t just about stats.

    It
    was too far away for a newbie explorer, who had just entered the
    first floor.

    As
    I continued to think, my turn came. I handed the teller my backpack
    of goblin ears.

    “Fifty-three
    goblin left ears. Monster subjugation confirmed. Here is one silver
    coin and six copper coins. Oh, and next time, please use the
    settlement office near the dungeon entrance for monster subjugation
    confirmations and similar tasks.”

    The
    woman with goblin blood on her hands smiled bitterly.

    Only
    one silver coin and six copper coins.

    The
    party of four was reduced to just Jeremy and me, splitting the
    rewards in half. After giving a small share to Grumpy, who joined us
    later, I’ll be left with only about 45 copper coins.

    For
    two days’ work at Diana’s tavern, I get about double that. Well,
    that’s just Diana’s generosity.

    After
    deducting the cost of potions, equipment, preserved food, and other
    necessities invested in the Labyrinth, it’s a complete loss.

    ‘⋯What
    the hell.’

    The
    monsters on the first floor of the Labyrinth aren’t worth the money.

    It’s
    not like I’m looking for money in the first place, but it’s a shame
    that I didn’t earn a penny after all the trouble I went through.

    With
    a sigh, I gathered up the money and handed over the backpack, this
    time containing Deluna’s head.

    “Her
    name is Deluna. She was an outlaw, marauder, slave hunter, and
    explorer for Clan Blues. She was ambushed in the Labyrinth and killed
    in a skirmish.”

    “Were
    there any other victims or witnesses at the time of the attack?”

    “A
    party member who was with me, and one of her slaves.”

    “I
    see, thanks for your trouble, it’ll take us a couple days to verify,
    come back then and we’ll pay you a reward.”

    The
    teller put away the backpack with Deluna’s head in a businesslike
    manner, as if this sort of thing was commonplace.

    It
    reminded me of the lightness of human life in this world.

    Still,
    it was reassuring to know that the Explorers’ Alliance wasn’t just a
    den of criminals.

    ‘It’s
    not every day you find someone with a curse like Deluna.’

    And
    by rare, I mean they do exist.

    [◆
    Curse of the 86,574th Puppet]

    – Zelvin
    has become the
    86,574th puppet.

    [◆
    Curse of the 88,574th Puppet]

    – Mercy
    has become the 88,574th puppet.

    Several
    of the group’s gazes were fixed on me as soon as I pulled out
    Deluna’s hair.

    “You
    must have been startled by the corpse, but thank you for your kind
    response.”

    “Uh,
    yeah.”

    I
    stood up from my seat with a gesture that made it clear I was
    leaving.

    The
    enhanced perception of the helm caught their movements. They began to
    prepare to leave.

    Quietly,
    I left the Explorers’ Alliance and headed down a dark alley.

    ‘The
    fact that I can see their curses means they’re weaker than me.’

    How
    can I subtly extract information from those sneaking up behind me?

    “Hey
    there, male. Stop right there.”

    As
    I ponder this, I silently put my hands on my hips.

    The
    axe knows the answer.


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