I left the cell in fear of the giant
As guards led me to the exit."Listen closely, you can't enter the inner city walls for 1 day. I repeat that you will only enter the city tomorrow morning, but it's better not to join for 2 days. If your dirty ass is found there, then you would be captured and rot here for a month with additional beating, understand."
"Yeah, I get it, sir. No city, no trouble," as the group chanted.
But Han still was being himself as he said,
"Even as a matter of fact, I would not even go to the inner walls for a whole week, sir."
The guard frowned.
"…I said a day."
"Right, right. A day. But honestly? I'll stretch it to a month. Just to be safe," as Han continued to joke around, how the fuck can a person be this unserious.
One of the guards in the back chuckled. The first one scowled deeper.
"A month?"
"Yes, sir. In fact, let's make it two. No, sir, three. You won't see me anywhere near those walls for an entire season. I'll grow a beard out here before I go back." Han continued to joke around
Now the guards were struggling not to laugh.
The first guard's eye twitched.
"You think this is funny?"
"Not at all, sir! I'm serious. To prove my loyalty, I won't enter the inner walls for a whole year. Maybe two. I'll be the local scarecrow of the outer district before you catch me sneaking in."
By now, one guard was wheezing with laughter. The serious one muttered, "Idiots," and shoved Han hard enough to nearly send him into the dirty floor.
Han continued smiling, brushing myself off.
"See? I'm already practicing staying down here."
I soon realised Han was a certified rage baiter.
I left the cell as guards led me to the exit."Listen closely, you can't enter the inner city walls for 1 day. I repeat that you will only enter the city tomorrow morning, but it's better not to join for 2 days. If your dirty ass is found there, then you would be captured and rot here for a month with additional beating, understand."
"Yeah, I get it, sir. No city, no trouble," as the group chanted.
But Han still was being himself as he said,
"Even as a matter of fact, I would not even go to the inner walls for a whole week, sir."
The guard frowned.
"…I said a day."
"Right, right. A day. But honestly? I'll stretch it to a month. Just to be safe," as Han continued to joke around, how the fuck can a person be this unserious?
One of the guards in the back chuckled. The first one scowled deeper.
"A month?"
"Yes, sir. In fact, let's make it two. No, sir, three. You won't see me anywhere near those walls for an entire season. I'll grow a beard out here before I go back." Han continued to joke around
Now the guards were struggling not to laugh.
The first guard's eye twitched.
"You think this is funny?"
"Not at all, sir! I'm serious. To prove my loyalty, I won't enter the inner walls for a whole year. Maybe two. I'll be the local scarecrow of the outer district before you catch me sneaking in."
By now, one guard was wheezing with laughter. The serious one muttered, "Idiots," and shoved Han hard enough to nearly send him into the dirty floor.
Han continued smiling, brushing myself off.
"See? I'm already practicing staying down here."
I soon realized Han was a certified rage baiter.
After a while, I reached the exit door. Now I was on the outskirts of the city. The buildings were not as tall as those in the inner city. However, there was a huge market, so I continued walking.
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE COVERED 10 PERCENT OF IRONVALE]
+100 EXP
Lv 2 (500/2000)
So, 1500 more EXP to get Lv 3, huh, not bad, huh....as pain of voice has really been getting low and lower, and it gives me a sense of relief, as at least I am advancing on something.
But now the most Important thing was how to spend 1 or 2 days in the outskirts of the city. I mean, I hardly do anything in the city besides just walking.....Yeah, I am just gonna walk because at least I would understand more of this world, and also alongside EXPS.
Thump!
As I feel something on my skin.
Thump!Thump!
I looked up at the sky. The entire thing was turning black, as the sun was slowly getting swallowed by darkness.
Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!
The rain started to pour.
I quickly ran towards a shop to rake later, and in a few seconds, rain started to pour. They were so fast and heavy that if you take out your hand to touch it, it would feel like a sting, as rain itself is tiny rocks.
People in the market scattered like rats. Vendors yanked their cloth covers down, some guards retreated into archways, and some beggars simply curled into corners with their rags pulled tight.
I am using "SOME" because most of them just started to dance in the mighty rain. As they circle around, there are screams of joy. Thydidn't hide at all. They threw their arms open and spun in the storm, laughing like children. They danced barefoot in the rivers forming on the cobbles, stomping, circling, screaming with wild joy as the rain swallowed the market square. As they started to chant,
OOH Billie, who lives off the sea,
Cast your net so wide,
Dreams as deep as the ocean tide,
Poor in gold but free as foam,
The sea's his heart, the sea's his home.
OOH Billie, who lives off the sea,
One night, the storm came, loud and fierce.
Thunder rocked the sky, and waves covered the boat.
Billie wailed, "Oh, sea, don't take my boat!"
Don't drag me under, don't steal my hope."
Then out from the deep, with eyes like flame,
The Sea God rose and called his name,
"Fear not, young."
With hands of water, strong and kind,
He stilled the waves and calmed the wind and mind,
He filled Billie's net with silver gleam,
A gift from the depths, like a waking dream.
OOH Billie, who lives off the sea,
No crown of gold, yet rich and free,
The ocean watches, the ocean hears,
And guards his children through the years.
OOH Billie, who lives by the sea.
As the music of drums and guitars fills the atmosphere, my eyes also glance at the scrape dealer boy, who raises his hands toward me.
"Good atmosphere, ain't?" I glanced beside me, Han drinking ."Yeah, it's cool."
Wait a minute..I turned around. How the hell do you get beside me? But my attention was still captivated by the dance."What is this?" I asked Han."They are Terze fucking nature-loving bastards." "From your way of talking to them, are you not terze?" I tried asking a way to not insult him. "Yes, I am a worshipper of the path of Blue Mountain," as he pointed to a wooden necklace of a small lizard statue.
That exchange of conversation provided me with nothing. What is the blue mountain?
"Are you terze, path of blue mountain, kakhastarian, or some random shit?" Han asked me.
I tried remembering what religion I followed, but none came to mind.
"I don't know, man. I wish I knew, but I don't know." I just told him the truth
If you are not a kakhastarian, then it's all good," as I chuckled and drank the wine or beer.
"Fuck you, vreu, no filthy addictive things are allowed at the ritual," a man angrily shouted at him.
"Sorry, sorry," Han muttered as he chugged the whole thing in one gulp and then threw it away in the corner.
Man, angrily go away.
I wanted to be quiet, but my brain needed more knowledge," Why does he call you vreu thingy and the boy was also saying that to you. It's a term for people like me, who practice the path of the truth.
[MESSAGE FROM WHO YOU CALLED THE VOICE
VERUWANIAN MEANS PEOPLE FROM THE SOUTH OF THE RUMDUSBURG EMPIRE WHO PREDOMINATELY FOLLOW THE PATH OF BLUE MOUNTAIN AND FOLLOW A DEITY WITH A CROCODILE HEAD
ALSO CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE MAJOR 3 RELIGIONS OF THE IRONVALE]
+50 EXP
Lv 2 (550/2000)
So basically it means you could listen to me, right, you fucking motherfucker, you are a devil. @!##$@@#$%$@%!!^$!%^&#$@!##$@@#$%$@%!!^$!%^&#$@!##$@@#$%$@%!!^$!%^&#$@!##$@@#$%$@%!!^$!%^&#$
After a while, CLOSE SYSTEM.
"What stupid song they are singing, wish I could know HA HA." Han continued to joke around.
Oh, they are now singing about the sea, I said without thinking much.
How do you know their tribal language?'
What tribal language? we are talking in #@a #1.
The words come from my voice, altered.
[NOTIFICATION: YOU CAN NOT SAY THE LANGUAGE NAMES FROM YOUR WORLD]
"Can't pronounce kakhastarian, after all, it's a funny language, and you are right, it's a fucking tribal language," as Han patted my back.
[CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE FULLY EXPERIENCED RACISM AND ALSO THE CONFUSION IS BECAUSE EVERY LANGUAGE IN THIS WORLD WOULD BE AUTOMATICALLY TRANSLATED]
*YOU COULD TURN OFF TRANSLATION BY SAYING,"---------(SPECIFIC LANGUAGE) STOPPED."*
Wait a minute, then how can I call the boy cute kangaroo names
Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!Thump!
The rain pounded harder, and so did the drumming. Men and women stamped barefoot in the rushing water, their steps heavy and wild, their voices raw with song.
Then the crowd split, as if on instinct. A figure emerged, he was tall, like a giant from the prison. His whole body and face were covered in red.. Black cloth wrapped around his chest and waist, adorned with jewelry that flashed with every step. Great bronze disks on his chest, necklaces of bone and shell that rattled like thunder when he moved, heavy anklets chiming against the cobbles.
He raised his arms, and the dancers stilled for a heartbeat. Then, with a cry that cut through the storm, he began to move. His steps were sharper, almost violent, every kick sending water flying in sprays.
"HAIL THE FIRE GOD!!!!"
The others circled him, stamping in rhythm to his lead, their bodies swaying, shoulders jerking, voices rising again. The SOUND OF the storm and the drums were indistinguishable.
The storm raged for what felt like forever, but somewhere between the pounding drums and the chants and joking around, Han,
[NOTIFICATION: STATUS EFFECT – HUNGER]
My stomach growled. I hadn't noticed in the chaos, but now, with the storm gone, the hunger hit sharp.
As I spotted the little kangaroo boy, he came towards me. Soaked wet from the rain and huffing from the dancing.
Looks like the dance of the might was ending.