By the third day after we’d quelled the volcano, we had moved our base of operations to Fule, the Oasis Village. Why? To grind Ifrit’s Oasis until we got our hands on Tarte’s new equipment. Ifrit respawned after a day, so we’d already taken her down three times by now. Long story short, she hadn’t dropped the weapon we were looking for. Based on personal experience, I was expecting to see said weapon within the next ten days of conquering the oasis on a daily basis.
For the moment, though, we were cooling down in the girls’ room of our new inn, enjoying a refreshing bowl of shaved ice—made by our very own Chef L’lyeh. She had gone out and collected some ice before shaving it into a fluffy mound in a bowl. She was already a bona fide iron chef.
Kent, who’d finished his bowl first, turned to me. “There are still a lot of unique jobs in this world, right? Ones like your Holy Maiden?”
“There should be. I don’t know how many there are in all, but there should be several more, like Frey’s Hero,” I said.
Kent had a look on his face, like he wasn’t satisfied with his awakened Dragonrider job—like he wanted a unique job of his own.
Nothing wrong with a growth mindset. “The problem is, I don’t know how to get any of the unique jobs. Triggering the Holy Maiden quest was a complete coincidence...” If only there had been an official guidebook to Reas. Alas, the only resources we’d had were fan-made forums and websites, and no player would have just volunteered the close-kept secret of how to attain a unique job.
“Right... Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.” Kent sounded dejected, but there was no reason to lose hope. Getting a unique job had been just about every Reas player’s dream, but I assumed there were very few people in this world who had a unique job, with the rare exceptions like Frey and me. There was very little competition for any given unique job—no competition, even. The best chance he’d ever have of getting a unique job was right now.
“We could come across a unique job quest while we travel the world. Don’t give up yet,” I said.
“You’re right. That’s going to be my goal—a unique job of my own,” Kent said, pumping himself up...only to turn to me. “If that’s okay?”
He didn’t need my permission, of course. I’d love to have him surprise me one day by showing up with a unique job. “I support you one hundred percent,” I told him.
“Thanks!” Kent grinned and then turned to the others. “Why don’t we try to become a whole party of unique jobs? There’d be no stopping us then!”
Tarte yelped. “All of us?!”
“Where’d this come from, Kent?!” Cocoa protested.
L’lyeh had a sour look on her face. She was in love with her new job as a Chef, so I couldn’t see her jumping at the opportunity for a unique job, even if it presented itself to her...unless it was a unique job that had to do with cooking. Discovering a job like that sounded like an absolute blast.
My adventure had started with a broken engagement, exile, and a dream to see every sight this world had to offer. Now, I added to it the goal of all of us getting unique jobs—and for us to have fun in every corner of the world!