Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Oh, Happy Day!
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Chapter 1 Oh, Happy Day! (6)
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There's a saying in life: "Saeongjima," the tale of the old man who lost his horse.
It means that life's fortunes and misfortunes are unpredictable—today's misfortune could become tomorrow's blessing...
"This is... my character?"
This was utterly unbearable. Sure, life's full of unknowns, but there are some futures as solidly trash as the one staring me in the face right now!
Glass Body and Mental Fragility. A character with no future as a warrior or a mage. My last shred of hope had been becoming a silver-tongued diplomat who could talk his way through life...
- Mukaba: Lmao xDDDDD
- Jokass: Fml xDDDDDD
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: As expected of GG! Always a thrill!
Once all the settings were done, the character that appeared before me shattered even that faint hope.
The ideal warrior I'd dreamed of. A true warrior's form, a million light-years away from anything diplomatic or sociable.
- Speed Wagon: No hope at all.
- Highway Nacho Man: Pfft xDDDD I'm dying xDDDDD
- Mukaba: Appearance was the only hope and even that's ruined xDDD
- Holy: Um... I don't know much, but is appearance really that important? It seems kinda vibe-y...
"Of course. It's crucial."
Professor, now fully enlightened, gazed at the character with a distant look in his eyes and explained.
"GG is a game with hardcore realism, just like that hipster old man always says.
Think about it. A sharply dressed handsome guy smiling brightly and saying, 'Shall we talk?' versus a guy who looks like this character grinning and going, 'Kuhahaha! Hey! Let's chat!' Which one do you think would negotiate better?"
- Holy: Ah.
"Exactly. Appearance matters almost as much as traits when it comes to gameplay."
He'd simplified it a lot, but appearance has a broader impact than you'd think. It sets the direction for all interactions with NPCs, and it takes up the biggest chunk of favorability.
As Holy quietly absorbed the explanation and grasped the importance of looks, Speed Wagon seemed to realize something else and messaged me.
- Speed Wagon: That's not the issue right now.
- Professor: ?
- Speed Wagon: You have Glass Body. Durability fixed at 90.
"So?"
- Speed Wagon: Fixed durability of 90 in any situation means that when surface area increases, durability per unit volume drops. Your body is already huge, so durability per unit area is low, and as it grows over time, it'll drop even more.
"!!!"
- Holy: Eww.
- Gunpowder and Blood: So that means...
- Whale is Coming: Lmao xDDDD Not just glass, but thin glass xDDDD
- Speed Wagon: Roughly like the difference between regular breakable glass and a lab cover slip.
- Jokass: Ah, this body? It's called 'balloon muscle.' Don't touch it. It hurts.
- Highway Nacho Man: One poke and it pops~ (for real)
"Hueee..."
No energy left even for despair. My character was perfectly trash.
With character creation complete, my view shifted as I stared at the 2-meter giant, and the perspective suddenly rose.
[Character Synchronization Complete]
[Savior, please save the Gedroits continent...]
- Whale is Coming: Goddess: This is... the savior?
- Morning Joy Multi-Time: GG's future is dark.
The gallery's laughing text faded into the distance as a floating sensation washed over my consciousness, and I vowed to myself.
'One month. Just one month of money-making quests, then I'm out!'
Fwaaah-!
The blinding light faded, and finally, I set foot on the ground in my new body.
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"Suuuuuuh- Haaaaah~"
Mmm~ This crisp air. How long has it been!
The wind blows. Not sand-filled gusts, but cool, clear, refreshing breezes. Green leaves fill my vision, rustling softly in the wind, while the faint chirp of a bird tickles my ears from somewhere.
A beauty impossible to experience outside. It really hit home that I'd entered Gedroits's Game.
"Well... it started somehow."
Just making the character felt like a year's worth of stress. Ugh, no, can't do this. If I don't pull myself together, I'll die in seconds. Focus, focus!
- Highway Nacho Man: What first?
- Morning Joy Multi-Time: Obviously loot the bag.
- Jokass: What're you talking about. With that body, grind some labor right now and buy a Stone Skin spellbook.
"Quiet down, guys. I'm still syncing, head's spinning enough."
First things first: check my status. I looked at my body. Ragged clothes that looked like high-quality fabric before they got torn and dirtied. Even the shoes, caked in mud, still held a faint shine.
'[Bastard Son of a Fallen Knight Family]'... Seems like a better family than I thought.
Bad news. If it was that decent a family, the enemies who destroyed it must be on a high level too.
- Jokass: Is that growth stage right?
- Speed Wagon: Character sheet said 20 years old.
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: 20? Where's the fresh-faced college kid? That's a grizzled vet.
Visually, height around 190cm plus. Swinging my limbs, the thick arms and legs whistled through the air, asserting their presence. As someone who'd raised a warrior char before, it was a body right up my alley.
If not for the max durability fixed at 90.
Crack-!
"Gyaaah! What the fuck!"
Stretching to loosen up, I swung my arm hard, and my fingertips just grazed a nearby tree—then my wrist twisted clean out.
"Ow ow ow, what, what is this? Stretching and barely hit a tree, wrist pops out? For real?"
- Highway Nacho Man: 'Handpicked Trash Char'
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: 'Masterpiece Forged by Skill and Luck'
- Whale is Coming: 'Masterpiece'
These guys were having the time of their lives.
"Shut up! I'm freaking out here! Forget plans, status check first! Status window!"
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Log/info
Name: ???
Job: Undecided
Race: [Human]
Gender: [Male]
Origin: [Bastard Son of a Fallen Knight Family]
Age: [Growth Stage (20)]
+ Traits: [Curiosity], [Mana Aptitude], [Sparkling Gaze], [Glass Body], [Mental Fragility]
+ Log
+ Items: □ / □ / □ / □
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Shouting the command brought up a translucent window. This bare-bones box was the status screen in this game. Unlike other games, it only shows info the player knows.
Fresh spawn like now? Zero info. Name, job, goals, not even year, date, or time. Nothing.
"Let's see... Random start should give basic items at least. Splint, please have a splint!"
Four slots full in items meant something was in the pockets. Rummaging my bloody hand through the tattered clothes, I pulled out rolled-up cloth scraps.
[Contaminated Bandage x 4: Bandages made to stop bleeding and prevent infection. Improperly stored, now contaminated.]
"Bandages. Not bad, but four bandages? Can I make do?"
Plenty of bandages, so snag a sturdy branch, splint the sprain...
Crunch-
"Gyaaah! Ow! Fucking hurts!"
Grabbing a branch hard to snap it—my palm skinned right off.
[Item: Contaminated Bandage x 2]
Scrape scrape scrape-
Sprained right wrist. Bloody left palm.
What I'd done since game start: Calisthenics. Break branches.
"This can't be. This... this really can't be! Can't even snap a branch? How am I supposed to save the world like this!"
- Soy Sauce Gaybar: Lmao, were you seriously planning a clear with that body?
- Jokass: Professor's still a boy at heart. Full of dreams.
- Speed Wagon: Change your mindset. Not the body you knew—think of it as wearing glass artwork gloves.
"Glass... artwork..."
Looking at the hulking, muscle-bound body brimming with power, I sighed involuntarily.
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With a sigh, I let go of my expectations. Felt lighter. Like a 24-hour infiltration mission. Noise means backlash, so light steps. Slowly.
Instead of forcing my body for a splint, use body weight. Wrapped remaining bandages around arms and legs, climbed the tree slowly, settled on a thick branch, shook carefully.
Crack- Wood crunch!
"Got it, it's breaking—aaaah!!!"
Boom!
"Graaah!"
Acquired: Sturdy Branch x 3, Left Shin Fracture.
"Not even to my waist height!"
Look at me now. Right wrist fractured, left leg fractured. Left palm skinned. Two limbs useless, one barely movable. All just to get splint branches.
Professor picked up a fallen sturdy branch.
Ding-!
[Item: Sturdy Branch
A branch snapped from a common tree. Could work as kindling or a staff.
+ Player Knowledge Correction: 'Good grain, solid strength. Could use as a weapon.']
One-Handed Blunt / Attack 3 / Durability 45
"Huh..."
Player Knowledge Correction means prior knowledge reflected in the status, not world observations. From World 2, raising a two-hander and subbing blacksmith a bit—must be why.
"Durability 45? Exactly half my body's?"
My body's 90, so two of those sticks' strength could fold me in half.
"Ha, whatever. Not even mad anymore..."
Swish- swish
Crunch!
Ding-!
[Improvised Contaminated Splint x 2: Made from raw wood and contaminated bandages. No real healing, but prevents worsening fractures.]
"Well, somehow it worked."
Of the three branches won at leg-breaking cost, two as splints on arm and leg, one gripped like a cane in good hand.
Arms and legs wrapped tight in bandages and splints. Grimy clothes, barely-held cane. Total routed soldier vibe.
"Head to a village first."
Even breathing's this bad. Stray dog on the road? Eaten alive, 500k seal account gone.
Whole body throbbed, shaking my head, stabbing headache too bad to think.
"Hurry."
Thud, drag.
Thud, drag.
Professor limped toward the distant castle walls.
Finally, the adventure began.
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