......S-so brittle. Way too brittle. A cardboard box is harder than that.
I pulled out my leg, which was buried in the ground up to the knee, and glanced at the owner.
......I don’t really care, but isn’t this ground too soft?
“Owner. There is no need to hold back. Can you not make these things move even a little more realistically?”
“......Huh? Wha-, huh......? N-no way...... The g-golem was squished in an instant? W-what just happened......?”
“......Could it be, you didn’t see what happened?”
I thought that the golem was slow and brittle. But from the way the owner reacted, it appears that I’m wrong.
Ahh, I see. I am wrong.
It’s not that the golems were too slow or too brittle. It’s just that once I start concentrating for battle, I’m too strong and too fast. Our perceptions of time were far too different.
“We see......in other words, that was their all?”
Those golems were level 5. And level 5’s were newbie adventurers......or in this world, just strong enough to live on their own.
On the other hand, I’m level 1000. And I’m especially confident in my speed.
In the end, their fastest just looked slow to me, and the difference in perception of time was enough that it was actually hard to try to get hit on purpose. It was the same in the game, where, if the difference in speed was too much, even just standing there like a log will cause attacks to miss.
The fight between me and the golem was just like that.
“This won’t do at all.”
I lightly kicked the second golem apart. It felt like I was kicking tofu. They fell apart so easily it was actually hard to tell if I defeated them or not.
—Ahh, this is......this isn’t a fight anymore. It’s just a match of attrition I’m guaranteed to win. This is just a farce that gives me no sense of accomplishment, like accidentally walking over a bug.
But still, this is a test, so I have to do it.
I had no idea what, if anything, could be measured by me doing this work that just involved wastefully breaking things, but I still kicked apart the remaining three golems.
I only moved leisurely and listlessly, like kicking a stone on the side of the road, but even then the golems didn’t even manage to look like they were trying to dodge and broke disappointingly, without any form of resistance.
Before, I was thinking of this as ‘my first battle in this body,’ but let me correct that now. I still haven’t ‘fought’ in this body at all.
“T-too quick......too strong...... Y-you, just what......” The owner, in shock, shot me a look filled with fear.
Oh no, looks like I made a mistake. It’s not good that I garnered this much attention to myself right now...... Oh well, it’s already done. Let’s take this as a lesson and be more careful next time.
“Wait a second, Lufas, that was too much! Unlike two hundred years ago, power levels are a lot lower, so you’ll just scare people if you don’t hold back more!” Dina ran over and whispered her complaints into my ear.
Actually, this is the first I’m hearing of levels being a lot lower than two hundred years ago.
Wouldn’t that be something you tell me earlier, usually?
“Ahh, sorry about that, Dina. It really does seem that We have lost some of our instincts in these two hundred years. We made a mistake on how much to hold back.”
“Geez, be more careful next time.”
I should have used only around 10% of my power, but apparently even that was too much. I guess I should settle it with a flick to the forehead next time for opponents like that. Ah, but I can’t move my arms right now, so that won’t work. ......I guess I just have to move as slow as I can and kick as lightly as possible.
Still, it’s weird.
It’s not like I see people moving that slowly normally. But it becomes like that the moment I start thinking of things as a battle. In other words, I’m smoothly transitioning between normal operation and battle mode, but is that really something I can do myself? Could it be......I’m being helped by Lufas’ instincts?
“So, how is it, owner? I think her abilities are more than enough.”
“Ah, yeah......you’re right. You’ll be able to take on any job without a problem. Jobs are posted up in the bar so just take what you like.”
Now that we’d gotten permission from the owner, Dina and I went back inside. And we took a look at the jobs that were posted on the wall, but none of them really stood out to me. To put it bluntly, I didn’t feel like doing too many of these jobs. I wanted one where I could make a lot of money in a single go.
I wanted to hurry up and get to Svel.
The best one would be an escort request from here to Svel or something similar. That way we could get to Svel while actually earning money.
I could just fly there by myself, but if I did that I’d leave Dina behind. But with a carriage, even she could be easily carted around.
......or that’s what I thought.
“There’s nothing good.”
“Nothing.”
There were escort jobs on carriages, but they all went to Laevateinn. Far from going to Svel, it was in the opposite direction.
Unfortunately, there weren’t any jobs like what I was hoping for.
“Ah, Miss Lufas. What about this one?”
“Hm?” Dina was holding a piece of paper, so I looked at it.
【Request: Finding a cat】
【Difficulty】: ☆☆
【Reward】: 100 el per found cat
【The twelve cats that we were keeping disappeared. Please find them!】
“It’s 1200 el just for finding twelve cats! It’s a steal!”
“Ahh, yeah, it certainly is a good deal...” 1200 el for being decent at finding cats......it was true that that was a good deal.
El was the name of the currency in this world, and, translated to Japanese yen, a single el would be 200 yen. In other words, completing this would net us 240,000 yen.
They must either really love cats or be nobles with the money to spare. Either way, I’m jealous of how much they have to spend.
In addition, although I said that one el was the equivalent of 200 yen, that was just in-game fluff. In actuality, it was very much the opposite.
This was completely natural, as comparing game money to real money would obviously result in real money winning. Between an item a player paid 10,000 el for and one that cost 500 yen, the latter would always be clearly stronger.
The world is a tough place.
“Let’s not. We are not good at searching for things. That is the realm of beastmen.”
“Th-then how about this one?”
【Request: Orc Slaying】
【Difficulty】: ☆☆☆☆
【Reward】: 1500 el
【An orc nest was built near our village, and they’re causing problems, doing as they please. Please help us.】
“Oh? This one is pretty nice. Strange that no one has taken it yet.” My voice filled with excitement, seeing the request that Dina had brought me.
Even if it wasn’t a job, I’d want to hunt orcs. After all, these orcs have a high 3% chance of dropping the HP boosting item “orc meat.”
Orcs—better known as pork bowls.
In the game, to players, they existed only to be eaten. They were literally pork.
Especially for those of us with maxed out levels, they were a safe and easy way of getting HP-up items, and we’d hunt orcs basically every day. It was just daily routine to destroy whole nests. There would even be people camped out by orc spawn points just waiting patiently for more to respawn.