Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: §Na Cho Mu§ Aphrodisiac Semen Is Mine?!
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I wandered all over Ularin territory.
It almost felt like I'd come here for a leisurely tour.
Of course, with so few people around, it didn't quite have that tourist vibe.
Strangely enough, even the adventurers who showed up from all over seemed to leave right away.
'Is this place really that unpopular? They did say it's on the outskirts.'
Still, this was something.
A baron's territory, no less?
I took a moment to think about the lord here.
The baron obsessed with rural rights.
'That baron never takes the initiative on anything. He's totally fixated on his rural rights.'
Because of that, the territory's young women were getting worn out.
In medieval times, they said adventurers or wandering knights could find so-called patrons.
If you had skill, you could live off sponsorship.
But here, with the lord like that, no support for adventurers.
'No wonder the adventurers lose hope and bail.'
Of course, there were jobs like mine where you just took a task and handled it well.
But getting here required approval first, so that was a separate issue.
'In this world, my reputation seems pretty good. Maybe I should coin a nickname now? Like "Getrol of Libia"!'
I grinned.
Maybe life really was all about luck.
Finally, I found the smithy.
I approached slowly.
The sound of metal being hammered echoed loudly.
Standing in front of the smithy, I saw a burly blacksmith with his shirt off, looking like a muscle pig.
'What the hell? Not a busty fox beastkin beauty super composite lifeform armor smith?'
The blacksmith spotted me and came over.
He smelled sweaty.
Still morning, and he was already working hard.
I gave him a polite nod.
"Nice to meet you."
"Hm? Oh, you're the scarecrow for this job?"
"Pardon? Scarecrow?"
What the hell was that out of nowhere?
The blacksmith startled, shaking his head frantically.
Like he'd made a slip he shouldn't have.
This was suspicious.
"No, no! Anyway, what do you need?"
"Looking to gear up with some basic armor. Haha."
The blacksmith eyed me carefully and nodded.
Squinting to size me up, probably.
Maybe a rough quote coming.
He stroked his bushy beard and asked.
"Most metal armors are pretty pricey. Shields get more expensive the bigger and heavier they are."
"How much?"
"Basic ones start at a minimum of 100 gold. Decent off-the-shelf stuff costs more than a month's living expenses."
I was stunned.
Thought I misheard and let out a hollow laugh.
The blacksmith looked dead serious, so it must be true.
Damn, insane.
I clicked my tongue.
'Crazy, prices here are fucked too. Did some idiot leader pass through?'
Lots to think about now.
Had to compromise with reality.
I shrugged.
Fine, let's decide.
"Alright. Start with the cheapest."
"This is to protect your body?"
"I prioritize efficiency."
"Hoo, wise choice. How about this?"
The blacksmith pulled out various items, like he'd prepared them in advance.
Leather armor with metal shards mixed into the surface design.
Followed by a pot-lid-like shield.
I examined it closely.
'If I remember from Hunter Academy, they said start with cost-effective gear for defense.'
Looked meh, but.
It was proper armor.
Like farm tools turning into weapons.
At least it'd block goblin bites or scratches. Profit.
"I'll take it!"
"Both together, 100 gold."
I paid gladly.
Equipped it and checked the specs.
⚔ STATUS ⚔
[Shard Armor]
Rarity: Mass-Produced
「Armor with metal shards attached over leather.」
⚔ STATUS ⚔
[Buckler]
Rarity: Mass-Produced
「A small shield. Not a pot lid.」
'Exactly that grade. Spot on.'
I asked casually.
"Blacksmith, if I bring special byproducts or something, do you do upgrades?"
"Kehkeh. For you, cheap. I know the value of goods."
"Me?"
"Yeah. These days' adventurers are greenhorns. Make some coin and buy the priciest crap. But you? You think it through, chase value."
I was genuinely impressed.
Not just a big body—real experience.
He could read people.
I nodded firmly.
"You saw right through me."
"Knew it!"
"Got any ammo or mixed vials for sale?"
"Explosive vials? Got something like that."
The blacksmith handed something over.
Fist-sized bottle with black powder and weird grains inside.
And some unknown liquid.
Oil, probably.
⚔ STATUS ⚔
[Explosive Vial]
Type: Disposable
「Explodes on impact. Primarily fire attribute.」
"Throws big boom right there. 50 gold."
"I'll take it."
"Heh heh, good luck!"
I headed out of the territory.
Walking along, I thought.
'Ah, running around like this is a pain. No motorcycles or anything?'
Not likely.
Would be nice if there were mounts like in games.
Think about it later.
Money's no issue if I earn plenty.
I entered the forest.
'Bought the explosive vial just in case. Can't rely only on the sword's power.'
Plan to use terrain, all kinds of tools.
Forest felt chilly somewhere.
'Forests should be mystical or refreshing. Here? Phytoncide levels at zero.'
Felt negative even.
Maybe because it became a goblin den.
I pondered briefly.
Veered off the path into the brush.
Advanced hiding in the foliage.
'Stay undetected by goblins for now. It's recon.'
Lots of small wildlife.
Steps tangled from brushing leaves or unexpected rocks.
Concealed as taught at the academy.
Soon, it got noisy.
'Let's listen.'
I stopped quietly, perking my ears.
Poked my head around the bend—five goblins there.
Definitely traveling in packs.
"Kihihi, gkekgek."
"Huk, kekek!"
"Karuk!"
I tilted my head.
What were they saying?
Heard goblin language at the academy.
Didn't understand properly.
Opportunity to learn existed.
'Should've learned then? Gave up when goblin language course cost 8 million won.'
Who chats with goblins in life?
Kill on sight.
So no need felt.
Regretted a bit now.
'Can't become a goblin interpreter though.'
Money always the issue.
Sighed, crept closer.
Goblins chatted, then split into pairs.
One coming my way alone.
I smiled.
'Perfect. Lone goblin is suicide.'
Glanced at the others dispersing.
Left ones giggling idly.
Right ones serious.
'Left turn from there leads to goblin main camp?'
Goblins differ a lot in battle vs idle.
Talkative vs quiet.
Makes them easy to read.
In honesty, better than slimes or orcs even.
'Definitely.'
Watched the lone goblin.
Playing with crude stone weapon, defenseless.
Distance: about 1m with one bush between.
As it passed, I lunged from behind.
"Kye?"
"Hey."
Drew Almas, stabbed throat instantly.
Satisfying feel as Almas pierced.
It collapsed spurting blood, face shocked.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
Enemy defeated!
MILF Mileage (MM) +1 obtained!
'Goblin' defeated!
'Aphrodisiac Semen' absorbed!
Did it. Nailed it.
I did it again!
Whistled, checked skill description.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡
[Aphrodisiac Semen]
Semen infused with potent aphrodisiac components.
※Passive
I grinned.
This alone was today's biggest haul.
Plus, my dick itched.
Balls tingling lightly.
Like my little brother got special.
'Kya, this'll charm most women, right?'
A-rank hunters, top models, anyone.
Just cum inside with this.
They'll think of me before bed.
'But still not enough.'
Can't rely only on skills.
Time to learn the popular guys' ways.
'Wonder if I can learn that.'
Sighed, looked down at goblin corpse.
Skilledly harvested valuable teeth, hide, tendons.
Body vanished after looting. Convenient.
'Someday it'll come in handy.'
Headed to where goblins were.
Slowly veered left.
Soon, goblin village appeared.
Former campsite modified their way.
Ah, wanna go camping.
'This is the goblin den alright. At least 30 visible.'
Probably more.
Real base cave beyond village maybe.
Learned the essentials, time to head back.
Hid to scout goblin numbers in forest.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
'Foreigner's Concept Book' activates.
Near goblin village, hidden cave has a hidden piece. That'll solve carrying worries.
Unexpected find.
Went straight there.
'Nearby cave?'
Looked around.
Found unlikely path, proceeded slowly.
Pushed through brush, over fallen log—cave appeared.
Just like the book said.
'Crazy, real hidden piece?!'
Was skeptical.
But of course.
Checked for traps, entered.
Excited. Like opening random box.
'Not too deep.'
Ceiling lowered, had to crawl eventually.
Worth it.
Hidden piece, after all.
'Whoa, scoring another opportunity like this?'
Further in, found faintly glowing small box.
Gently stroked it.
Not a mimic first.
Mimics have slight vibrations, they say.
'Well, could be a vibrationless one.'
But this size, manageable even if mimic.
Cautiously opened.
Ring inside.
Picked it up, inspected.
Stared, then shocked.
'What? Color changes by angle?'
Tried it on, specs appeared.
Stunned.
⚔ STATUS ⚔
[Multiverse Ring]
Rarity: Legendary
*Unique Passive 'Treasure of All Things': Uses sub-dimensional parallel storage for imaginable weight capacity.
*Unique Passive 'Ancient Wisdom': Activates 'Vision' ability.
「Proof this world is a multiverse.」
"Heok, jackpot!"
Speechless.
Possible?
"Provides inventory?!"
My voice echoed emptily in the cave.
True jackpot.
In reality, inventory items cost over 1 billion easy.
And those only have inventory.
'But weird extra function?'
Retraced steps happily.
Passing checkpoint.
Saw guard.
Suddenly, blue window between us and guard.
⚔ STATUS ⚔
〖Pellek〗
Skills/-
Chronicle/Commoner born in Ularin, territory guard. Crushing on Cheryl at the mill.
Status window right away.
And voices.
"Pellek, still hung up on Cheryl? Plenty of girls, dumbass."
"Just friends, asshole. Fuck off. Patrol the flank later. Villager found a pit or something."
Passed checkpoint, smirked.
Stroked ring on finger, licked lips.
"My precious!"
Nodded slowly.
This was the real deal.
'Total jackpot!'
Entered alley continuing on.
Things going too smoothly.
Right then.
Someone blocked my path.
"Today's your last day, you fucking bastard."
Belken and his gang.
