Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 39 Night Omui's Guild

Busy as my eyes turn, I get extra tired because that goes on day after day. There was no way this endless guild could turn a blind eye to business. So if you're busy, you must be very welcome, it's my first experience that I'm so tired and comfortable. The guild still seems to be working overtime because of just one boy today.

Every day, from morning to evening, orders for demonic stones push in with the merchants. In the ever-increasing number of merchant visits, the sales office is narrow and the magic stone sells like merchandise and merchants fly back, instead piling up a pile of gold coins. The Chamber of Commerce and the Commercial Alliance, which Mr. Omui has been desperately promoting for a long time, come in rows, bow their heads, and attach commercial permits. And busy, the Alliance and the city have enormous profits.

All this time, the Alliance couldn't even give enough attention to the adventurers who risked their lives to reduce the demons in the woods and conjure up the demons in the labyrinth. So the adventurers who keep fighting with poor minister gear that doesn't match their strength can finally reward them. Finally, I don't know how many adventurer lives I've lost so far, if I could at least get enough gear, if I could gather more people, I wouldn't have lost them. How long have we been losing that by today?

Still, the guild... as the guild leader, he told me to defeat the demons, protect the inhabitants, defend the city, defend the village, no matter how dangerous it is, I can't even tolerate saying it's good anymore. Lord Omui has sent forth all his soldiers, and he himself has taken the lead and continued to defend the battlefield. I live in poverty myself, but I'm helping my guild, and I still don't have enough soldiers. There can be no shortage of soldiers to keep fighting and defending the Great Forest of Demons and the oldest Great Labyrinth. Because there are more lives lost in battle than defending them, so you can't even reward them for that death. A neighborhood where there was only a future of tragedy and despair, and I didn't know the day would come when it would cry happily laughing and busy.

A boy who kills one tragedy after another in that neighborhood and keeps even his enormous profits flowing to the city and people. The boy who showed up in the city in just LV9 and killed a horde of vicious Big Green Wolves and saved my friends' offtas. He deposited a ton of demon stones even though he couldn't even join the guild at that low level, and the saviour of the city, whose brunette boy no one knows, who even saved the Omuis crisis, tells nothing.

The worst demon outbreak in Alliance history. That was the worst thing on record, and if you ask later, the big raid in the group led by Oak King. Too bad, there's no way we can defeat it, the city and all the villages around us will perish, but the dark-haired adventurers have joined us at the end of the year and the fellow boys. A mysterious boy and girl whose every one of them has pitch-black hair and eyes, high levels and more rare skills. Boys and girls, all uninterrupted and strong, but unrelated to this city and perhaps to this country itself, joined the life-threatening line of defense. Everyone was only sixteen years old when I asked, no one would complain about running away, I suppressed my desire to yell at Ning Ro to run away, bowed my head and asked for help.

I was ready for death and hell and endured a long time, but not a single demon appeared. There was a brunette boy there, so there wasn't even one damage, because only one boy was trying to kill them all. Besides, without even receiving that enormous weapon or demonic stone, as if nothing had happened - a boy who did not hustle and tell anyone, had nothing to say rather than be prestigious, and ended the worst outbreak (stampede) without one dead or injured person knowing.

That's how busy this is.

Now the adventurers in the guild have turned into such splendid gear that they can see it differently. Equipment and weapons, which were inferior to that level, now possess rare equipment and skilled weapons worthy of first-rate rather than above the level. I just doubt my own eyes if this is really the sight of the guild on the poor side, everyone cried when I saw this sight, and at that time I cried out how much this equipment could have saved people and people with this weapon. There's no way there's a guild clerk who won't cry about this.

The boy who gave this weapon and gear as a thank you and left a large quantity of Frogman's and LV58 Class's. The boy who killed the labyrinth by himself and returned from the basement 100 tiers by himself, rather than ready to help. There was only one boy who carried a huge number of demonic stones to his guild, who was letting potions go across the city to save the lives of adventurers and the people of the city and village, and who gave weapons stores cheap and massive sticks that even the poor could defend themselves. A black-haired boy who has changed everything in this city by himself.

There is nothing to be praised by anyone, nothing to be honored by anyone, nothing to be thanked by anyone, nothing to be rewarded by anyone, and still save anyone and him.

Only those who have yet to relate, those who have seen it with their eyes, know.

Master Omui was also crying when he delivered a large quantity of Frogman's claws to his lord, thinking how many soldiers would be helped if there were so many weapons, how many people could be helped, and how many lives and soldiers would have been saved if it had been there, and thanking a boy no one knew.

I was the same, I bowed my head and cried over and over again at the back of being pushed away even though I was given a ton of weapons to thank them and told them I couldn't receive the extra high.

I can't forget what Master Omui said at that time.

- When the doomed city realized one day that the city of tragedy was unknown, it was happier. All we knew was tragedy, and for the first time, we all saw a miracle.

The words I said as I looked at the city that was so crowded with tears and laughter.

No one can praise me, no one can honor me, no one can thank me, no one can reward me, but no one has saved him. A brunette boy by the name of Far Away.

I still can't get the LV to 20 because of my unusual skills and say I can't even throw a party because of my unusual skills. Fighting so hard, defeating every demon won't even reach LV20. A boy who is forced to fight with wooden sticks and cloth clothes without being able to equip himself with satisfactory weapons, and who suffers from an unusual skill by himself without even being able to party.

A boy who still fights alone without even being an adventurer, without being able to do anything to reward him for it.

The boy who saved the city, saved the border, and made the city and the border happy again.

Even if it is impossible to reward you for what you have done, there is no reason why only one person should remain unhappy, and there is no reason why you should be allowed to do so. I guess I can reward just a little bit of what I do to a benefactor who doesn't want honor or status and gets everything on his own.

I wonder what the hell we can do to that boy who has nothing to ask for and nothing to reward him for.

Always, even if I show up saying "I don't have any money," all that money goes to the city, enormous amounts of cash, weapons, equipment, drugs and everything... and the city grows rich, and that's how the hell I can do to that boy who's still the only one holding a wooden stick and fighting with just cloth and leather gear.

No matter how busy you are or the amount of work you have to forget about me, that's all that keeps me going to work again today.

All the people have been rewarded and made happy, yet only the boy who accomplished it alone is still not rewarded and unfortunately fights alone... about a boy with black hair, laughing with black eyes.

End of Day 39