Chapter 4

A Buyer The frog people continued to beat on the Force Field for a while after that, but once they realized they weren’t getting anywhere, the crowd reluctantly dispersed and went away. I think I’m safe, but…let’s make sure. I lost a huge amount of points. The Force Field saved me, of course, but it cost way too much. If more monsters attack, I’m not sure I can drive them off. Things just took a real turn for the worse. My durability is down and my vending machine body is in a sorry state. Points are precious, but I can’t do nothing and break down, either. Time to repair. I use 35 points to fully recover, leaving me with 311. I consume 24 each day, so if I don’t do anything, I’ll hold out for over ten days—but if a customer still doesn’t appear by then, my time will run out and I’ll shut down. I wonder if I die if that happens… That would be a terribly tragic end to my new life—too cruel for a vending machine. First off, I’d like to meet an intelligent human or a monster, but all I can do is wait. I can’t use any more points than this. I just have to wait…for someone to show up. Three days have passed. Nobody has come, though several times I saw the frog people watching me from afar. Instead of physically trembling at the fact that I was nearing death’s door with every passing second, my vending machine body made a high-pitched squeal. It’s how my body relieves tension, I’m sure. Sigh. I just want to sell something, to be a vending machine one time before I die. I’ve gone through this whole reincarnation business, and I want to play the part once. “C-can’t go on… I’m so hungry, I can’t move… Aaaaah, why does this always happen to me…?” That… That’s a person’s voice! God hasn’t forsaken me after all! It sounds like a depressed girl, and probably someone young. Where is she? Where did that voice come from?! I’ve been doubting whether my words make any sense to others here, but if I understand hers, she should know what I’m saying if I call it out. I have all kinds of sarcastic thoughts regarding why Japanese works here even though this is a different world, but that doesn’t matter right now. My life is riding on this. “Everyone I team up with abandons me… I guess the Blessing of Might doesn’t mean much when I’m so clumsy…” The voice is a bit clearer now, so she has to be coming this way. The girl sounds miserable, like she’s completely out of options. Did her comrades abandon her? With all the frog people swarming around here, wouldn’t that be dangerous? “I dropped the bag with all my food when I was running away, too… My stomach feels like it’s eating itself… Ugh, this is the worst… Ma, Pa, I ain’t gonna make it!” Then she starts crying. The last part she muttered seemed like she spoke it in a Kansai accent. It sounded exactly like someone who had left their home in the countryside only to have their dreams shattered. But why did she come here in the first place? There are monsters all over. Is she traveling, or is there a town or village somewhere nearby? “I never should’ve become a hunter. I’m sorry, Ma, Pa!” Hunter? Does she go out stalking animals? If this were a certain game, it would mean a familiar monster-hunting profession. Then again, I have seen frog people wandering around in this world. I can’t discard the possibility. “Nothing to eat, either. What do I do? Maybe I can kill the frog fiends and eat them… No, I won’t be able to land any by myself, and I’m too hungry to move!” She said she has the Blessing of Might, so maybe she’s confident in her strength but can’t handle her weapon very well. Her dexterity must be low. Without any bags on her, it seems unlikely that she’s carrying any money. H-hmm. I still don’t understand, but my anticipation has mostly deflated. “Wait, what’s that thing? A monument? But it looks metal.” Oh, she noticed me. Judging by her voice, she’s pretty close by, but I can’t tell what she looks like from behind. Come around in front. A girl appears from behind me, though I don’t know whether my mental request had anything to do with it. “Wh-what is this? Its edges are super straight. Are those…drinks behind the glass?” The short girl cocks her head in wonder. Her blond hair is tied up to the side—is this hairstyle called a side ponytail? She’s just over five feet tall, with big eyes and sharp features. Her style is more cute than pretty. She has a certain charm that would probably make her insanely popular if she became an idol or something. Her nervousness and teary eyes stirred my protective instincts. What the hell? Am I a pervert? A-anyway, putting that aside, her clothes are grabbing my attention, too. Her shoes look like mountain-climbing boots, and she has on black tights and blue shorts. These don’t seem too odd, but the rest of her outfit is stranger. Her top resembles those bulletproof vests that police officers wear at dangerous scenes… Actually, it must be leather armor. She has shoulder pads and is equipped with sturdy-looking gloves, too. This is an outfit straight out of a fantasy book. After giving her a once-over, I spot a small bag fastened to her belt. The kind that valuables or money are often stored in. “There’s water here, but how do I get it out? Those look like letters written on it, but I can’t read them.” She can understand spoken words but not written letters? That’s a problem that’ll need solving before we even reach the buying part. I’ll have to guide her somehow. “Could I get them if I break the glass? But it seems like such a waste to break it.” “Welcome.” “Wh-what was that voice?!” Now she’s looking around. Her scared but wary reaction is kind of adorable. Anyway, if I let her get away, I’ll lose everything. Time to get right to the point. “Insert coins.” “Eh?! Did this metal box just talk? Coins, as in, like, money?” I want to answer her questions, but unfortunately, I can only speak in set phrases. Sorry, but please figure it out yourself. My future existence depends on this. “U-um, I wonder if a copper coin is enough. Oh, but it probably needs at least a bronze coin…or if a silver isn’t enough, then maybe it actually needs a gold…? But I don’t have any coins that valuable.” Does that mean this world uses copper, bronze, silver, and gold coins? It sounds like there are coins of even greater value, but anyway, I don’t know what the conversion rate from these coins to yen is. If I have to guess from my first impression, maybe a copper coin is worth about ten yen. “Insert… Where should I put the money? Here’s a thin hole, and here’s a clear lid with a box-shaped space inside it. One of these?” I can’t tell if she’s the type to let her guard down or if she’s just incredibly pure-hearted. This girl is standing on pins and needles in this strange situation, but she’s still earnestly trying to pay. Her personality doesn’t seem too suited to a rough-and-tumble lifestyle. Regardless, I’m mainly thankful to have my first customer. That’s right; just put it into that thin hole there. You’re all set—go for it! The sound of a clattering coin rings through my body, and I can tell a foreign object has entered. It looks like a copper coin, but if I can get some points with it… [Currency mismatch. You may accept these coins if you acquire the Currency-Exchange feature.] For real? You know, I think I’ve seen that one before. J-just hang on a minute. Uhhh, it was around here… There it is! It only costs one hundred points! “Oh, I guess a copper coin didn’t work. Huh? There are some numbers over here… Ten? Um, if one copper adds ten, then maybe that’s related to the numbers under the items. They have one thousand written on them…” She grunts. “So these are one silver. I could eat a whole dinner with one silver…” Huh? Did the price displays change when I did the currency exchange? Does that mean one copper coin is worth ten yen? A silver is one thousand yen, which is how much it costs to purchase corn soup or milk tea. Wait, why not just keep them at one hundred, then? H-how can I change that? “B-but I have to make sacrifices to get out of this mess. And I’m really hungry. Money doesn’t mean much if I die here. O-okay, leggo!” That last part was in her accent again. This girl must slip into it when she’s excited and can’t calm down. She inserts her coin, and I feel a surge of excitement burn through my body. Great—that was enough. Now pick something!