"Expand on details?"
As he said that, the entire screen expanded.
———
Class Details:
The Lying Scum: Anything I say is the truth. Trust me, or not—you are bound to be mine.
You can gain skills of different classes if people believe it exists.
BP (Belief Points): 2
Currently, two people believe in your lies.
Not enough to open the shop, but preview is allowed.
———
"What the hell is up with the class description? It just sounds like a failed confession," Dilek said, staring into the status window. "Only two people believe in my lies? Not bad, Oh yea… preview shop."
———
Liar's Shop:
Lying Skills (low level): BP cost 1
Lying Skills (high level): BP cost 100
Lying Classes (low level): BP cost 100
Lying Classes (high level): BP cost 1000
Lying Truth (change the truth): BP cost 5000
??? BP cost: ???
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BP points are the amount of times people believe your lies. BP does not vanish upon buying from the shop, but you will need a new proper lie each time—you can't keep buying the same product again and again.
———
"That's expensive! What the hell, how am I supposed to get that many people? There's no way that's real. Wait—could it be that I get followers from doing quests? Are there even a quest window? Uhh… open quest window."
A screen popped up.
———
Quests:
Quest 1: Gain another person to be part of your team by today.
Reward: The main quest details will be given to you.
Main Quest: ???
Reward: ???
Finishing the first quest will activate your personal interface of the system.
———
"Right… get another person in my team," Dilek mumbled as Marcus turned to Nandita.
"He is still mumbling. What do we do?" Marcus whispered.
She looked at him and said, "Well, let's just get our reward while he's busy muttering. We did get back Clarence, right?"
Clarence, who was walking beside them, smiled awkwardly. "I suppose."
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"Clarence, really? I told you, you need to stop drinking so much and you still do that!" Iris shouted. She was the vice guildmaster, and a crowd was gathered outside the guild. Some of the members chuckled, joining in.
"You really went and smashed the walls—no wonder Iris is mad."
Percy stood beside Marcus, Nandita, and Dilek—who was still mumbling to himself—as Nandita accepted a bag from the guild. She pulled out a piece of copper shaped like a shogi piece.
"What's this? Is this the currency?" she asked.
Percy looked confused. "Of course it is. What, is this your first day in Oryneya?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Orynneya? Is that the kingdom's name?"
Percy gave an awkward look before walking away. She examined the copper piece. It had "10" written on it. There were seven more pieces, all marked 10.
"Well anyways, Clarence, we need you for the guild meeting. Soon there will be a raid—there have been disturbances in the seas."
Iris looked around at the crowd and shouted, "WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT? GET OUT!"
"Aww man, what a bummer. I thought I was watching some good drama." The people sighed and walked away.
Then Iris turned to Marcus, Dilek, and Nandita, shouting, "MAYBE YOU THREE NEED A SPECIAL INVITATION, RIGHT?!"
Marcus stepped back nervously. "Ah, no, not at all, we were just about to leave—"
Just then, Dilek shouted:
"I'M GONNA GET A SLAVE!"
Marcus was stunned. Nandita froze. A passerby muttered, "Woah, what a weirdo."
The wind blew as Iris and Clarence stared. Iris turned to the guards at the guild. "Is that guy a criminal?"
Marcus grabbed Dilek and Nandita and sprinted away. In an alleyway, Nandita spun on Dilek, glaring.
"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?!"
Dilek shrugged. "Well, I was thinking—we need another member. Best way to get a member is a slave."
"Isn't slavery abolished?" Marcus asked.
"In December 6, 1865—for the US," Nandita said flatly. "And for the rest of the world, the dates varied."
"Well this isn't Earth," Dilek said, "so that means we can likely get a slave if we want."
"Are you sure? The way the vice guildmaster reacted, I don't think slavery is a popular option here for party members."
"Then what do we do?" Dilek asked, turning to them for advice.
Nandita thought for a moment. "He's right in a sense—we do need someone who can actually fight. I can buff people."
"Boost morale, you mean?" Dilek butted in.
She glared, then made a silent throat-slitting gesture before continuing. "And Marcus is a tank. Dilek's a priest. But we still need someone who can deal damage."
Marcus nodded. "Good point. So let's look for someone."
"No no no," she laughed. "I'm not finding people. You are. I'm gonna go find a tavern to spend the night for us three. Separate rooms. You two can go look for others, okay?" She hopped away after saying that.
—
"She just ditched us to find people alone," Marcus said.
"Well, she did, but atleast we get some time for some bromance." Dilek said heading nto the streets.
"You don't need to say anything around. Let's go look for people" Marcus sighed.
The place was full of civilians, travelers with bags, pickpockets.
A child darted past and tried to steal from Dilek. Dilek caught his wrist and smiled maniacally, scaring the kid. "Look at this little shit trying to rob me. Kid, I'm in the same position as you. Matter of fact—I'll join you in robbing people."
Marcus pulled him away. Don't scare the kid dude, he was about to cry.
They turned into a shady alleyway where a ragged man was lying on the floor, scratching his ear.
"Hey dude, I don't think it's a good thing to ask that guy to join us," Marcus whispered.
Dilek walked up anyway. "My guy, you want some crack?"
The man looked up.
Marcus rushed forward. "DUDE, NO ONE DOES CRACK OVER HERE!"
"Oh Marcus, they don't do crack? Bullshit, they gotta do something."
"Let's just go, Dilek. We can ask in the guild." Marcus pulled him away.
The homeless man suddenly stood up, chest puffed out, eyes burning with motivation. "So what do I gotta do?"
Dilek smirked. "Just daily six hours of work."
The man collapsed back onto the ground. "Too much work."
"Dude—six hours of daily work? Y'know how many people dream of that while earning money? You can do drugs."
"DILEK!" Marcus shouted. "That's rude! Just because he's homeless doesn't mean he wants crack—he might need food or something!" He dragged Dilek back toward the guild.
The homeless man scratched his ass and muttered, "Shit, I need some crack…"
—
The guild hall smelled of old parchment. Wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and the walls were covered with trophies of adventurers past. The tables were crowded with rough-looking adventurers—some laughing, some sharpening blades, some reading quests on the board.
"Hello ladies, would you like to join our party? We just need one person extra. Of course, if your group has some isolated guy you keep bullying, we can take them in."
Dilek leaned on the table of six beautiful women in armor. They were laughing among themselves until they turned to him.
From the corner, a red-haired woman narrowed her eyes. "What? No. We're full, kid. Also—don't talk to us like that. We are beautiful."
Dilek blinked. "Did you really just call yourselves beautiful, without anyone validating that, or are you just too narcissists?"
At another table, a short, stout guy slammed his mug down. "Listen, man—if you can't make dragons fight goblins for me, I ain't interested."
Dilek moved over, staring in surprise. "Holy shit—a dwarf! Aren't you a cute little thing? Want mama to hold you in her arms?" He grinned.
The man exploded. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! COME HERE, I'LL TURN YOU INTO GARLIC BREAD!" His party members restrained him before he could leap.
Marcus nervously tried his luck at another table. "Uh, hi… I'm Marcus. We're, um, forming a party for… well, actual quests. So if you know anyone that's interested—"
A lanky man with silver hair barely looked up from his book. "Monsters, gold, boring. Can we go back to the times when professional hunters fought demons in a world of infinity and still emerged victorious?"
Marcus blinked. "What?"
The man coughed. "Sorry. That was a very odd thing to say."
The rest of the day was spent arguing with guild members. No one joined. By evening, they trudged away, finally finding the tavern where Nandita had told them to meet.
She stood in front of it, arms crossed. The place looked old and barely standing, yet cheers spilled from within.
"Well, found a cheap place. Got it for a week after paying just 60 Bisho. We only have 20 Bisho left, so we'll use that for food tomorrow."
"What the hell are you saying—Bisho?" Dilek frowned.
"That's the currency here, so get used to it. C'mon, let's go in."
Inside, the tavern reeked of beer. People shouted, sang, played music, arm wrestled, and drank more.
"Is today some festival?" Marcus asked.
A bulky man wearing nothing but pants laughed. "Every day's a festival if you get to live."
Dilek tore his shirt off. "HELL YEA, LET'S DRINK ALL NIGHTTTTTT!"
The entire crowd roared and raised their mugs.
"Someone knows ball!" someone yelled, slamming a mug down and pointing at Dilek.
"I AM DANGEROUS!" another drunk bellowed, puffing his chest out.
"HELL YEA!" came the chorus, many voices joining together until the rafters almost shook.
"I'LL DRINK TILL MY KIDNEYS DIE!" a lanky man howled, throwing back a foamy tankard and swiping his throat.
"I LOVE FREEDOMM!" someone else chanted, raising a chipped glass high.
"GET THAT MAN A BEER" A man shouted.
—
Dilek opened his eyes the next morning to the sound of a rooster screaming at the top of its lungs. His head throbbed. Groaning, he grabbed his skull and looked around. A small room, one bed, one cupboard, one desk. Not bad.
He threw on a shirt and staggered downstairs. Loud noises came from below.
'Are they still partying?'
At the counter, the tavern owner—a round man with a beard—was cleaning a mug.
"Can I have some water?" Dilek croaked.
The owner nodded and poured him a mug. Dilek downed it. "What was all the noise a couple minutes ago?"
"Oh, a couple of people were fighting. Took it outside."
"Outside, huh? Hey… have you seen Nandita and Marcus?"
"Your party members? Yeah, they're in the kitchen."
"…Why are they in your kitchen?"
"My wife needed help with cooking, so they're helping."
A girl in a dress with long black hair came out, carrying plates. She leaned over the counter. "Morning, honey."
The owner smiled. "Morning."
Dilek stared. "Hey… were you just flexing your wife?"
"What makes you say that?" A sweat dropped down.
"She said 'morning.' You said 'morning.' But you already saw her earlier if you knew she was in the kitchen. So why greet each other?"
The owner broke another sweat. "Whatever you're talking about, boy…"
Dilek sighed and stood. "I'll take a walk."
At that moment Marcus and Nandita walked out of the kitchen, laughing. Marcus hurried over. "You alright? You drank a lot yesterday."
"Kinda fuzzy, dude. I heard there was some fight going on. What happened?"
"Not sure. I think they should be done by now," Nandita said as they walked outside.
The streets were slowly filling with people. Seagulls cried overhead. Ships creaked and left the docks. As dilek heard a whimper.
"Man, the ships are pretty cool. You think we can go on an adventure?" Marcus asked.
Nandita sighed. "Not that, idiot—he's talking about the seagulls. They're a nice touch, since a lot of people forget we're near a sea port."
"What? No, I meant there's someone cryin—"
Dilek froze. A man was bleeding out in the middle of the road. "HOLY SHIT!"
He sprinted over. People walked past without even glancing.
"Has he been bleeding all this time?" Marcus muttered, horrified.
"Heal him, Dilek—go on, fast!" Nandita shouted.
Dilek knelt by the whimpering man, his hands hovering.
'Why is no one helping him? Why's everyone acting like this is normal?'
The man's eyes rolled back, breath ragged.
Dilek pressed his hands down. "Alright buddy—don't die on me now."