1 – Somewhere Strange Warrior Party (1)
A cliché hero adventure.
I loved those kinds of things.
Whether it was a game, a novel, or a comic.
I loved stories about heroes and their companions setting off on an adventure.
A journey that began with the sole goal of subduing the Demon King.
I enjoyed the little stories they encountered along the way.
Comradeship and trust were building up, friendship was building up, love was building up.
I used to like the seemingly human drama.
Burning even the precious lives that anyone would cherish,
I liked the nobility that never stopped in pursuit of the goal called the Demon King.
Why do you keep talking as if it only happened in the past?
Well… It’s because the story would change if it became my reality.
I enjoyed watching their stories; I didn’t wish to live such a life. It wasn’t a life so exhausting that I wanted to throw away my life.
But one day, when I opened my eyes, I found myself inside the game I was playing. The typical heroic adventure RPG I played the previous evening was called “Dungeon In Evil.”
In order to subdue the Demon King, the main content of this RPG game is exploring dungeons scattered all over the place. This was a world inside the game.
It was a typical game reincarnation.
I faithfully followed the clichés to the point where I started wondering how long this would go on.
I was one of the members of the warrior party and found myself in a position where I had to personally defeat the Demon King I had been tirelessly hunting in the game.
That alone wasn’t satisfying enough, but there was an even more unsatisfying fact. It might have been better if I had become a warrior instead.
But, of all things, the character I reincarnated into was none other than a “porter.”
＜Personnel Information＞
◈Name: Allen
◈Occupation: Porter
◈Stats
[Strength: 70] [Agility: 60]
[Stamina: 115] [Intelligence: 35]
[Mana: 0] [Divine: 0]
◈Possessed Abilities
[Swift Cooking Lv.7] [Skilled Ingredient Refinement Lv.5] [Tidying Up Lv.6] [Convenient Backpacking Lv.5]
The mysterious status window that always appears when I’m reincarnated confirms that I am a porter. The possessed abilities are all things that a porter would have.
“Swift Cooking” seems like a phrase you would find in a three-minute curry, and I don’t know why there is an ability called “Skilled Ingredient Refinement.”
Even though I’m okay with organizing, I have no idea what a convenient backpack is like. I never felt more comfortable wearing one.
I don’t have any hidden qualities that are unknown or discussed. I was a 100% pure backpacker.
“But why is the name written only in English, while everything else is in Korean…?”
Anyway,
There are knights, archers, spirit mages, thieves, and so on… I wondered why I had possessed the body of a backpacker. Maybe it’s because I’m obsessed with female characters and have filled all the roles in the party except for the backpacker with female characters. I’m male.
I thought it was fortunate at first, but now that I think about it, it would have been better to possess a more useful character even if my gender changed.
As a backpacker, I had to pack every day, and there were many other annoying things to deal with such as having to buy anything that is missing.
That being said, I can’t make any achievements in battles… Why did I possess someone if I don’t get any special benefits from possession?
Of course, it was good that I didn’t have to do anything and stay safe in the rear as a porter. And just like a party created with characters that satisfy both performance and affection, all the party members were pretty and strong.
It could have been a situation where someone could be satisfied, and perhaps I could have thought the same way.
But I couldn’t do that. Even if I tried to be satisfied, I couldn’t. Instead, I was just getting more stressed. There was obviously a reason for that.
Because…
Suddenly, with a creaking sound, the door opened on its own. No knocking, no indication of someone’s arrival.
When the two people who came in so casually noticed me, their expressions changed. They smiled as if they found a toy to play with.
One person was a human, and the other person was a slender-eared elf. Those two were the warriors and archers of my party. At first glance, they all seemed
Even her neatly tied twin tails and petite figure… Her appearance was so perfect that it was unbelievable.
…Though her chest is big.
“hahahahaha, Erin. Stop teasing. Isn’t Allen pitiful?… Ah, I must have left the alcohol bottle for too long. I’m craving a drink. Let’s not waste time and go drink, Allen!”
Serc-Aria, also known as the Mad Alcohol Addict who couldn’t let go of the bottle for even a moment, got that name because she’s an elf royal. The prefix represents the symbol of royalty.
The game I was playing, called “Dungeon in Evil,” didn’t have detailed settings like character personalities. To be honest, it was more like a roughly made game, but since I really liked this adventure genre, I gave it a try.
However, perhaps due to the influence of the game becoming a world, unrealistic settings like these started popping up. Of course, it’s a good thing if there are detailed settings…
Why did a setting like a Mesgaki warrior with an alcohol addiction emerge?
All the party members seemed to have strange heads. Did I assemble the party with too high-performance individuals? It felt like some kind of penalty.
Even the three other people who aren’t here are adding up as if they were there, no less. As I was looking at him with a bewildered expression, Ser-Aria spoke as if he had figured something out.
“Is it because you have no other entertainment to enjoy with your alcohol? Then today I’ll show you how to hit an apple, Allen!”
The apple-hitting game this crazy guy was talking about involved drinking and hitting the apple above someone’s head with an arrow. And that person who put the apple above their head was none other than me.
“…I told you that was too dangerous.”
“Hey, Allen. How many times do I have to tell you? I was the best in our village at hitting the apple above my head while drunk, so don’t worry!”
… Of course. Would there be any Elf crazier than you to do such a thing?
I really didn’t like being the only one who could say that kind of thing inwardly. That’s all I could do. I’m just a simple laborer, and the people in front of me are skilled experts considered among the best on the continent.
There was clearly a difference in skill between me and those girls, to the point where fighting with them would only result in me getting hurt. So I couldn’t do anything but sigh inwardly.
She seemed to dislike me, Erin mocked me while laughing.
“Coward~♡ You’ve never had an accident, but you keep getting scared every time. Aren’t you tired of this?”
I hadn’t had an accident yet, and it wasn’t going to happen in the future either.
I’m not sure if she doesn’t know that or if she is saying those things because she won’t die even if she is hit by an arrow…these guys have too much risk tolerance.
If it were me, I could reject it anytime, but I was too fragile and it was an easy body to scream if I received only one hit.
“Hey, Allen! Let’s go! I’m starting to get out of alcohol and I think I’m going crazy, puhahahaha!!”
…The guy
Although I really didn’t want to go, there was no other choice but to be dragged along like this since I had come to look for them. If I rebelled against these guys, I wouldn’t even get a chance to leave… To survive, I had to bow my head obediently.
“…Alright, I’ll go.”
“Wow, that’s a good answer, Allen!”
“Heh, finally going but still trying to keep your pride, huh~♡”
…Damn it.
The place Erin and Ser-Aria dragged me to was the tavern in the village near the dungeon.
Isn’t it strange to have a village near the dungeon? It may seem dangerous, but in reality, there are enough reasons for a village to be built.
Adventurers gather near the dungeon, naturally attracting merchants who do business with adventurers, and their families need to reside there as well, so houses are built and people gather.
That’s how villages naturally form. This little village here is also of that kind. The reason our hero party is here is because recently there have been traces of the demon king’s army in that dungeon.
Sure, we came here to work. But the reality of this party was that we were drinking instead, knowing that we had to go to the dungeon tomorrow.
Even more so.
“Allen? What is it? You said you wouldn’t come.”
“hehehe, perhaps Allen also wanted to have a drink.”
“Welcome… Come on in.”
All the other party members were also here.
Tomorrow, we gathered all the esteemed party members who were supposed to fight but instead were busy drinking.
The first person who noticed me was the red-haired Leticia, the spirit mage in charge of coordinating the overall atmosphere of the party. At first glance, she seemed normal… It gives me a headache just trying to talk about her. You’ll understand when you see her later.
And that woman smiling politely is Frey, responsible for blessings and healing. Though she is a saint of the church, sometimes I can’t help but think she resembles a fanatic saint.
Look at how short her dress is.
You see, saints are supposed to wear attire that covers their skin completely, but this woman took it upon herself to cut both sides of her skirt, revealing her bare legs. Thanks to that, her outfit exposes her entire leg as well.
But that’s not all. She went even further and cut off the shoulder line of her saintly garb, except for the neck, creating an off-shoulder dress. That line was dangerously low, revealing part of her upper chest and collarbone.
I have to mention once again that no one asked her to do it; she intentionally made it like that.
…If I’ve said this much, you should get the gist. This woman, who smiles and claims to be a saint, is actually an extreme exhibitionist.
‘Mad pervert.’
He highlighted his thigh and pure white skin, deliberately crossing his legs and revealing them. He claimed to be a virgin while dressed
“Alan, stop standing there and sit in that empty seat! It’s next to the thief!”
“Uh….”
My seat was next to Dougeo’s. As I sat down pretending to fit in, I accidentally brushed against Dougeo’s arm.
“Ah….”
Damn, I screwed up. I hurriedly apologized to Dougeo.
“S-Sorry!”
“…It’s okay.”
But it was too late. I couldn’t take back the fact that I had accidentally bumped into her arm. Dougeo’s eyes welled up, and soon small tears fell like beads.
“I, Hu… I feel sorry for being here for no reason… Sorry, for just being alive and causing trouble… Huhuh, I should have just died…”
“Oh, no! It’s not like that!!”
Earlier, I mentioned it. That the party members were all weirdos.
The atmosphere in this hero party was definitely not normal. This guy, who seemed to be well-behaved, actually had extremely low self-esteem. Perhaps he felt like a patient in the late stages of depression.
In any situation, he would think it was all his fault… In fact, he was the most difficult type to deal with in this party.
“hahahahaha, Allen. What if you make the thief cry again!”
“Oooh, Allen, you trash~♡ You made a delicate girl cry~! Look, we have trash here who makes girls cry~♡”
“Huhuh, I’m sorry… Hoo, I’m sorry for being alive….”
With just accidentally brushing against his arm, chaos unfolded. Letitia and Frey didn’t try to stop it but rather laughed as if they found it amusing.