Chapter 106
Chapter 106
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: Those Preparing for the Wave (3)
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“I’ve sold everything. Made a total of 100 gold.”
“I got 110 gold.”
“Good work.”
The market had grown dim. It was about time for the merchants to start closing up shop.
Regin’s group gathered in the center and checked the pouches of gold coins each had brought.
‘Sold off the items like mad.’
Greg had earned 100 gold, and Seria 110 gold.
Since they would split all the proceeds from sales here equally among the three anyway, the individual amounts didn’t mean much.
“I made 140 gold.”
“……What?”
“I sold the holy scripture too. It’s a shame, but there’s only one page left anyway.”
“Even with just one page, someone bought it?”
“It’s a rare item, after all. At least for today.”
“Huh.”
“From another angle, it’s an item you can use even with just one page. If you think of it as paying 30 gold instead of dying, it doesn’t seem like such a waste.”
Greg let out a hollow laugh.
“This guy…… does better haggling than a blacksmith.”
Regin had even sold off the holy scripture farmed from the Witch’s Garden. For a whopping 30 gold, no less.
It had been awkward to use since there was only one page left, but this way he’d maximized the profit.
“Split evenly, it’s a bit over 115 gold per person.”
Regin continued as he divided it up fairly.
“We should split it 100 gold each and use the remaining 50 as communal funds.”
“Communal funds?”
“Oh, of course, we’ll spend it all right away.”
Having sold off the brought items at proper value, only one thing remained.
“We’ll put all 50 gold into second- and third-tier potions. Starting tomorrow, prices could double without surprise.”
“Because we have to head to higher floors now?”
“Exactly. No one will bother with first-tier potions anymore, and demand for second- and third-tier ones will rise.”
Greg looked at Regin with admiration once more.
There was even a hint of awe mixed in now.
“As expected…….”
“Hm?”
“If you ever do something that seems like a loss, it’s probably all calculated too.”
“Haha, what are you saying?”
“You’re the god of profit. I always felt it while exploring…… but now it’s to the point of reverence.”
Was this the feeling of encountering an untouchable genius?
Greg couldn’t even envy Regin.
“A guy who never takes a loss. A guy who squeezes every bit of profit somehow.”
“…….”
“A guy who drains blood from a dry goblin. A guy who always collects payment if you help him……!”
He could only praise Regin.
Though as he listened, it grew ambiguous whether it was praise or criticism.
‘Well, even in games, I was a bit sensitive about this stuff.’
What could you do about the nature of games?
Regin had suffered big during the First Wave as a newbie and had worked hard not to repeat mistakes.
Also, in DAT, the most important thing was arguably time.
‘……I have to finish all preparations before the final phase.’
In such a situation, to squeeze more time, he had to react sensitively to gains and losses.
Regin walked to a stall that hadn’t closed yet and exchanged the 50 gold entirely for potions.
“Purchased 25 third-tier potions. If I’d waited until tomorrow, I might not have gotten even 20.”
A week later, after the market fully changed, maybe 10 if lucky.
Anyway, they divided the potions and wrapped up preparations for the so-called “commemoration event,” the First Wave.
‘Honestly, ending it like this feels a bit lacking.’
It was largely because the only rare item was that one holy scripture.
The First Wave had come two months earlier than expected.
‘Things happened, so we moved as much as we could, but the regret is unavoidable.’
If there had been just a bit more time, it would’ve been different.
He would’ve gotten boss drop items or rares somehow on the next expedition and sold them.
That would’ve let him live leisurely like a noble’s heir for a while.
‘If not for this guy, it wouldn’t have been easy for me either.’
Fortunately, Regin had something different from before.
He stroked the bracelet on his arm with a smile.
‘The stuff inside Ketchup Thief.’
The items stored there flashed through his mind.
Most were things he could sell leisurely.
No, things he had to hold out and sell later somehow.
They were items that benefited from market fluctuations.
‘Infinite inventory…….’
Thanks to it, he could afford some leeway even with the early First Wave.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And having Greg and Seria together was meaningful too.
“Starting tomorrow, I need to gather some data. Planning to collect everything from the other towers.”
With variables like this, coping as three was inevitably better than alone.
* * *
Back at his lodging, Regin fell into a deep sleep for the first time in a while.
He’d finished sorting items for the First Wave, so he needed some rest.
‘It’s only going to get crazier.’
DAT wasn’t called that for nothing—once you dove in, you ran nonstop.
After certain sections passed, you had to bustle preparing for the next stage.
Before you knew it, time slipped away doing this and that.
One hour became two, and only after pouring hours into the game did you finally log off.
Of course, even after that, so much remained that you’d log back in the next day.
‘That’s exactly why spellcrafters are considered trash classes.’
When even mindless leveling kept you busy, Regin had to research and craft scrolls.
From material supply to preparing scrolls for the next expedition.
How did that compare to grabbing a few gear pieces or clearing class skills and quests?
[As long as there's a spellcrafter, all other classes can only whine.]
The title of a post Regin regularly upvoted.
A user who’d started spellcrafting inspired by Regin’s playstyle.
‘After feeling that pain, they posted stuff like that daily, suppressing complaints from other classes.’
Honestly, a satisfying trend.
If spellcrafters didn’t recognize each other, who would appreciate this hardship?
ㄴ Then level something else.
ㄴ Who held a knife to your throat and said do spellcrafting lol.
ㄴ At this point, it’s not spellcrafter, it’s dictator. Monopolizing public opinion alone.
ㄴ It is tough, sure. But it’s funny cuz it’s their chosen path.
ㄴ Honestly, spellcrafters must enjoy the suffering at this point?
Of course, rebuttals from other classes were fierce.
The mainstream view was why level it if no one forced you.
And comments that they weren’t so silent after all.
‘That’s unfair; it wasn’t me, it was a follower who posted.’
Whether Regin or follower users, the consistent response was the same.
ㄴ The peak is indeed this.
In the end, it was a class worth enduring the pain for.
The build Regin discovered and developed made all that suffering worthwhile.
That’s why he walked this path without giving up.
Just like when he entered the black painting frame.
He’d done his utmost to realize the potential he’d found.
“…….”
Regin woke from sleep and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Turning his head, a green crystal shard on the desk entered his view.
‘Resurrection stone fragment. Almost got trapped in the painting going for that.’
If there was a downside to the black painting trip, it was resurfacing memories he’d tried to forget.
Truthfully, he wanted to forget his life as Park Jin-seong as much as possible.
The life of Park Jin-seong, not a DAT user…… wouldn’t help survive this world.
‘But it’s not entirely unhelpful.’
Why he played DAT.
Among all those classes, why he chose spellcrafter.
And what he aimed to do with it—he was reaffirming it all once more.
‘Potential still exists. If I can just pull it off properly.’
Maybe it wasn’t tough because he was a spellcrafter.
Maybe it was because he aimed to clear the game properly, making every preparation thorough, and thus hard.
Regin thought even in this world, nothing would change.
He just had to do it one by one, properly.
At least this world wouldn’t betray the hope in that potential.
Drk—
Snapping to, he sat at the desk.
Scratch, scratch—
He began jotting down rising thoughts without pause.
The first line was decided.
— 6 days until the First Wave.
The next 6 days in the kingdom would all be for preparing for this.
* * *
Since coming here, he’d been recording things just in case.
Like Manannan recording his exploration journal.
Regin wrote down his past plays and experiences here, comparing them.
Relying on memory alone had limits.
Organizing first was key to sorting thoughts maximally.
‘Especially this time, need to reorganize.’
The inferences from yesterday’s sudden change. Had to verify if accurate.
Wung—
Of course, he’d cast minimal magic to prevent leaks.
The paper itself was specially made; without injected specific mana, no text appeared.
‘Even if others take it, it’s just blank paper.’
Writing yesterday’s events kept his hands and mind moving nonstop.
— The ‘First Wave,’ meant for 2-3 months later, is starting.
— This is due to me fulfilling a precondition.
— Soul Dragonkin might count as Dragonkin too. Thus, the event triggered before it happened in other towers.
— That damn Karuan is useless even in death. His death probably counted as a ‘demon’ kill.
The last part was absurd even writing it.
He’d killed a guy who’d rampage as a calamity in the future, saving Seria through it.
But the causality boomeranged back.
‘Well, could be coincidence—two demons died in this run.’
Besides the one Regin’s group killed, another demon could’ve wandered alone or died in combat.
DAT had different NPC growth and actions per run, so possible.
‘……Though the odds are very low. I’ve killed demons more than once or twice in DAT.’
Whether pre-killing in other towers or up to 15th Floor boss.
He had demon-killing experience.
At this spec, one was the max.
Anyway, back then, no early event like now.
— Thus, Karuan counts as demon. My grasped second condition ‘hunting 2+ demons’ might be wrong.
Maybe hunting 2+ dark magic users instead.
Regin revised and laid out prior info.
— The strategy group’s causality flip…… could be influence of Goddess of Creation Iella.
After writing this, he stared at Iella’s name.
“Goddess…….”
If any entity in this world handled system roles, it’d be her and the other gods.
— Possibly the one who brought me to this world.
Above all, bringing Regin from Earth might be Iella’s influence.
‘More tasks now.’
One group he’d ignored most in DAT.
The church where priests belonged.
Regin’s gaze turned opposite the tower.
‘Need to meet the Saintess.’
Felt like homework piled up. Not priority, but noted as something to check.
First, more urgent focuses.
Drk—
Opening the drawer below, letters arrived last night appeared.
Better to grab and check mailbox letters usually.
Like weekly quests, in other words.
“……Nuada Master. And Zek.”
Two letters, one each from Nuada and Zek.
He opened the ones he’d brought home yesterday.
[Regin, this Sunday for the week. Major announcement from the Western Union. Event after. Manannan’s back too, so prepare to attend together.]
‘3 days later at 4.’
Time to spare. Calculating mentally, he checked the next letter.
This one from Zek.
[When back, come to the Delbach house we saw last time.]
Short and to the point.
Zek, sent north, had returned west with info apparently.
[Urgent, so come quick. I’ll keep waiting inside that house.]