I am a vagabond, and I am not protected by the law. As an unidentified Earthling, I was often treated unjustly and not paid properly, and even if I did not give them a penny, it was not a bad thing at all. There was no morality. There was no morality in this world. So he was unreasonable, and so fierce and cruel. The world was like that.
I always think that when I open my eyes, the same morning will come. I think that this is a fantasy, not a reality, that someone will whisper so much and get me out of my dream. If you are just so bent and in despair, I hope that someone will give you the hand of salvation. Of course someone will save me. A good man somewhere will give me a hand like this. It is natural for a person to help a person. I believed, I believed, and I believed to the end.
However, there is no salvation.
There is no salvation in hell.
That's why it's not hell.
"Oh, it's fucking cold!"
Lena and Winia, these bastards, they don't pay, so today they're forced homeless. I'm cold and hungry and I use my body, and I hear all the arrogance I can think of. What is so sad is that there was no place to complain of my injustice.
Temperatures are falling, but I can't get the money, so I can't sleep in the stables today. I should have saved for this day, but I didn't have a penny. Of course there would have been a few bucks underwater if I had been paid properly.
But how is that possible? They're all eating my money. Is it wrong to have black hair? What? The Barbarians don't understand what humans are saying? You'd rather say the King doesn't know the human mind! Then I'll understand all the rebellion! Fucking bitches. I'll kill them all one day.
Anyway, I'm homeless. I decided to go into the sack of blood that contained Goblin's head. This sack was the most valuable thing I had. It was picked up from the garbage, but it could also be stored like a sleeping bag in the cold. It was always a problem to be a bloodbucket, but I didn't even care about it at all.
I took the sack and put it in the right corner.
There are laws and morals for vagrants and homeless people, so you should not intrude on the other person's territory. Take good stock of it and behave accordingly. Otherwise, there is a slaughter war. It wasn't a big deal for a beggar to die on the street, so nobody cared.
It was my place, where there was not so much prestige, dark, humid, and the water was always hot around here that no one settled. I was an F-class adventurer in beggars, but nothing really changed. It's the same as F class or beggar. A true adventurer starts in class E.
I'm so tired I close my eyes. I think the chili seeps into the bone marrow. Cold, hungry. I could only sleep by suppressing these negative emotions. It was the most difficult task of the day.
I want to go home, go home.
Mother, my mother. Father, my father. I want to go back to my warm home, my hometown.
My bones ache. I wanted to see my parents' faces, miss the city's sparkling air, and eat cheap fast foods. Now that I can't reach them, they have come too gloriously...
However, there is nothing.
- Like the visions of a girl with a matching arm.
There is nothing here.
Me, too, there.
"..."
I was grateful for the accumulated fatigue. Somehow, the drowsiness spilled. Tears poured out with drowsiness, and the stars also knew my heart. Thank you, but don't glitter, I'll sleep from now on.
* * *
"Weather Spear."
Waking up from sleep was very awkward and distressing and horrible, as if he had died and woken up. The resurrection after death will bring most humans into rejoicing, but I did not.
Because the senses of the dead body remained vivid. It was an unpleasant feeling to shove a soul into a body that had died by force.
I stood up like I wasn't. I'm going crazy. I'm going back. It's still this world, even if you open your eyes. What the hell was the trigger? It would be right to be able to return to the same feeling if you had just met certain conditions.
However, it is not so.
I moved with a depressed heart.
The destination was the city's garbage dump. Yesterday, the hunting assistant and porter were throwing a party in front of the Adventurer Guild, and what I was thinking about doing today was cleaning up the garbage. The city is constantly littering and always needed someone to get rid of it.
Yesterday, Tong was still frozen, so I didn't even think about going to the Guild, so my leg is headed towards the Garbage Pit without mercy. The party is cheap but will not be assaulted. Of course, I can't make it to the guild, but...
"Lots of people..."
The garbage dump that keeps the workforce market fireproof at dawn is indeed a waste. There was a group of workers who were dressed like me. When an employee goes to work, they will pick us up.
"It would be nice if you could just eat some breakfast with a splash."
I had no money.
As the sun was about to set, a well-dressed employee came out with a lot of beards.
"Here, line up this way for someone to work with today."
The vagabonds begin to make a slight line. One, two. Three. Noticeably, in the fourth place, I saw three regrettable atmospheres standing in front of me and thought, "I can do my job today."
I've been working, but of course not everyone can.
"You don't have one arm. Then I can't do my job."
"What are you talking about! I could do something like this!"
"Scream? If you don't turn it off right now, you can pull out the rest of your arm."
"... Argh!"
The outstretched arm in front of me ate a toad. Poor fella. I'm worried about what they're eating, that's all. I'm the most concerned in the world. Anyway, it was the morning I became grateful for my healthy limbs.
"Is it the Barbarians? You come into the city and live hard. You look like you could use a little strength. Pass."
"Thank you."
"Next."
I could get a job like that.
Moved to the workshop with selected personnel. It was a meaningless dump. The garbage of the city gathers, and the garbage of our kind gathers. There was nothing here but rubbish.
"Wow, that's a lot of shit. You smell like a dog, Mr. Seapal."
What we need to do now is get rid of them. We will dispose of the garbage gathered in the city's tsunami site primarily outside the untapped zone of the Wall. Krashheim is directly against the untapped zone, so he treated the garbage like this.
I got a shovel and I put garbage in the guruma. Fill up the trash and look at the supervisor's eyes and come out into the small passageway.
"Ugh!"
The smell of rot vibrates. The stars of the stars were all abandoned. Except that there was no such thing as plastic, it didn't seem very different from the modern world. In particular, it was AmChang who said the garbage came from the stable. There was a pile of rotten pieces of monsters or unknown odors.
"Whoo!"
So I filled the cart and grabbed it and dragged it. I can't relax when I see an opportunity. The moment it hits, I'll tell you to get out of here.
I worked diligently.
"Doing business."
"I'll get rid of this."
The guard took me out of the aisle with tired eyes and set me up. He formally looked at the cart. Of course I didn't touch it, I didn't even look close. I don't want to look at smelly things.
He seemed really comfortable. I want to be a guard in the future.
"Ah... fuck... it's hard..."
I didn't even have breakfast, I didn't even have lunch break. I'm going to lose all my jeans. The sun is floating in the middle of the sky, so it's very hot and smells worse. I was worried that I would go after him with poison gas. I don't know if I'll go back home.
"That's fucking ridiculous."
Something caught my eye when I was shoveling indefinitely through the time of consciousness.
"Oh, this."
I grabbed it with my interested hand and picked it out. It was a handle.
"Carl?"
Glug, and pulled out of the rubbish pile was a rusty old shortsword. It appeared to have been abandoned without a knife. It would be a useful knife to peel off the rust, but I didn't have that skill.
"Well..."
But it looked better than I thought. It melted a lot, but it didn't go out much, and it didn't break or break. I thought it might be worth it. I decided to take it.
At least Gao will live with a weapon at his waist. There must be a big difference between barehanded and armed. I don't know, but if I get stabbed by this, I might get tetanus.
I thought I'd put the knife in a sack around my back, and I thought it would be better to just hang it around my waist, so I picked up a rope nearby, wrapped it around my waist, and put it there.
Anyway, time eventually passed. From morning till sunset, the dusk came out without a single break, and it was sunset.
"Let the workers come this way."
The supervisor called the workers. He counted the number of workers and paid three coupons per person. I was touched by a copper coin. It was just three coopers doing all that shit. However, if this was the case, I could eat and sleep on the roof. If you want, you can wash about once.
Wouldn't you cry and slash me? I smelled like shit all over my body right now, and I felt just as good during the unpleasantness. This wouldn't have been enough if Lena and Winia had all five coopers yesterday.
Hatred has grown.
I left the garbage dump. The surrounding area is crowded with adventurers who appear to be returning from work. They were armed with armor or knives that looked good. I was so jealous of him. I wouldn't be miserable if I was at least there.
I walked down the street with my hands full.
"That son of a bitch stinks."
"Isn't that Barbarian?"
"Huh? Right? Hey, you, come here."
However, another demonstration took place. After seeing the other two, I fled to the sprint without looking back. If caught in the wrong way here, the bees could only be snatched today.